The day I hit a slider was a significant point in my adolescence. There're some things that are too hard to be self-taught, guidance from the dugout is needed. I learned the slightest adjustments of attitude makes the difference, reading a person on and off the field, and mistakes are bound to happen. Overtime these mentoring sessions stretched outside the foul ball line and into other parts of my life. Growing up I bonded with my father watching the game of baseball, every summer was ours! Night after night we’d watching our favorite team (Colorado Rockies) take the field. After a few years America’s pastime became my passion, I’d watch games, recaps, drafts even memorize stats on my favorite players. The only thing I lacked …show more content…
Oblivious to indications of what the pitcher will do next, bones walked me through his career as a pitcher. It’s a dance, every position of a pitcher is a decision, body language and facial expression speak louder than words. It took some time but I picked up on gestures from my teammates in the pitcher’s mound like the fatal mistake of letting their grip on the ball show as they windup or the shift in hips when the want to try a pickoff. From there on out I’ve tried to pay more attention to cues in my everyday life, always looking for the next fast ball down the middle.The last thing I learned from my first coach was to have a “short memory”, being one of the most memorable pieces of advice I have ever received. On my first game I read nearly every pitch stood my ground in the infield but still made errors and stuck out every time, I hung my head low but every play, every at bat I’d hear “short memory!” coming from the dugout. I had to let the game keep going, there’s always going to be another play you’re going to have to make. Later that season I hit my first pitch, it