It all started when I was about 5 years old, I was a member of the boys and girls club of Decatur, IL. My mom signed me up to play baseball at the time I wasn’t really happy with her, I didn’t want to play a sport I didn’t know anything about. At the time I just wanted to play basketball and football two sports you could say I knew everything about. I studied the games I watched my favorite players play every day. I was like a sports reporter I knew everything there was to know about my favorite players. Kobe Bean Bryant my favorite basketball player. Randy Moss my favorite football player two people I knew a lot about. When it came to baseball I knew nothing. Me being a little kid I had to listen to my mom only because she was my ride and
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My freshmen year a team and a coach I would never forgot. Coach Joe a skinny white old man with a beer belly. He had slicked back cool gray hair, and always had sunflower seeds in his mouth. He was the true definition of a country baseball coach. I would never forget him. He made the baseball fun all over again didn’t make it feel like it was just business and we were workers. For the next few years myself and Coach Joe got closer and closer I ended up coming to his house with his wife and kids having dinner with them. With my final season in high school about to start I was ready. I knew I had to play great this year if I wanted to play college ball somewhere. Coach Joe said he knew I was going to be able to play baseball on the next level and I started to believe him. The day before my first game I broke my ankle playing basketball in gym. I dropped to the floor in pain tears in my years. I had someone help me to the nurse’s office she called my mom and told her I need to go to the hospital right away. My mom rushed over and took me to the …show more content…
We waited about an hour to get in the room. I waited for so long and I was in pain the whole time sitting there just waiting on the doctor to come see me. Once he did he told me I wasn’t going to be able to play baseball this year. With that news it hurt me my heart dropped I started to think about why this is happening to me. One of the hardest things to do was tell coach Joe that I broke my ankle. He said he wasn’t upset with me, but I could tell he was. As I sat there and watched my team play for the next two weeks it was killing me. I wanted to play so bad didn’t want to sit out and watch my brother go to war without me. Once I got tired of watching I lied to my coach and told him that the doctor said I was clear to play. I told him im all good. I wrapped my ankle up as tight as possible and I went to practice I was scared to move on my right side or do a hard cut. My coach could see it so he kept testing me hitting balls to my right side. By the end of the first practice I could barely walk I needed someone to help me to my car, I made sure coach didn’t see me in pain because I wanted to be able to play in the next game which was the biggest game of the year. May 21, 2016 the big day was here I was warming up about to get ready
My freshmen year a team and a coach I would never forgot. Coach Joe a skinny white old man with a beer belly. He had slicked back cool gray hair, and always had sunflower seeds in his mouth. He was the true definition of a country baseball coach. I would never forget him. He made the baseball fun all over again didn’t make it feel like it was just business and we were workers. For the next few years myself and Coach Joe got closer and closer I ended up coming to his house with his wife and kids having dinner with them. With my final season in high school about to start I was ready. I knew I had to play great this year if I wanted to play college ball somewhere. Coach Joe said he knew I was going to be able to play baseball on the next level and I started to believe him. The day before my first game I broke my ankle playing basketball in gym. I dropped to the floor in pain tears in my years. I had someone help me to the nurse’s office she called my mom and told her I need to go to the hospital right away. My mom rushed over and took me to the …show more content…
We waited about an hour to get in the room. I waited for so long and I was in pain the whole time sitting there just waiting on the doctor to come see me. Once he did he told me I wasn’t going to be able to play baseball this year. With that news it hurt me my heart dropped I started to think about why this is happening to me. One of the hardest things to do was tell coach Joe that I broke my ankle. He said he wasn’t upset with me, but I could tell he was. As I sat there and watched my team play for the next two weeks it was killing me. I wanted to play so bad didn’t want to sit out and watch my brother go to war without me. Once I got tired of watching I lied to my coach and told him that the doctor said I was clear to play. I told him im all good. I wrapped my ankle up as tight as possible and I went to practice I was scared to move on my right side or do a hard cut. My coach could see it so he kept testing me hitting balls to my right side. By the end of the first practice I could barely walk I needed someone to help me to my car, I made sure coach didn’t see me in pain because I wanted to be able to play in the next game which was the biggest game of the year. May 21, 2016 the big day was here I was warming up about to get ready