MILWAUKEE It was nearing 2:30 a.m. in early January 2008, as Michael Fiers fought to keep his eyes open. He stared into the darkness of the Florida Turnpike ahead of him, continuing to drive on, while his vision grew ever hazier.
He already knew this had been a bad decision, choosing to avoid the traffic by driving through the night, rather than waiting till morning to begin his journey from his family's home in Pompano Beach, Florida to Cumberland County (Ky.) College, where he was set to start the second leg of his collegiate baseball journey. But there was no turning back now.
Soon, the dim lights lining the turnpike began to fade. His eyes slowly closed, the highway lulling him to sleep.
Michael Fiers was taught from a young age that if he wanted something in life, he'd have to earn it himself. He didn't come from much his father was a construction worker and his family never had much money to throw around but it was the only life he knew.
"I never had the huge house o...