My Baseball Story

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My Story “You wouldn’t believe you if I said it, but I’m looking in the mirror smiling at myself right now”. This was the remark I received from the head coach of Miami baseball when I committed to play baseball at Miami University. It was not an easy road for me to get to become a Division 1 athlete here at Miami. I have always dreamed of playing college baseball and hopefully professional baseball, but my story to get me this far is one that is quite complicated. Sophomore year of high school is where I will start “my story” on how I came to be a Redhawk. As a sophomore I had big expectations at Hamilton where I attended high school. I started varsity as a freshman and was very productive in my role, and with upperclassman gone from the …show more content…
I was under the knife two weeks later getting my labrum sown back together. Six months. I was not going to be able to step foot on a baseball field for six months. That meant no college recruitment, no success, but six months of strenuous rehabilitation on my shoulder to get me back to the strength I had before I got injured. The fact that I was not only be out for six months from the sport I had dedicated my life to, but I was also not going to be able to be seen my colleges. Those six months were the most depressing times I have ever faced, but in my personally eyes I knew God had a reason, and that reason was for me to get closer to him. This injury taught me more about myself than any other event in my life, it not only made me miss baseball and realize the blessings I had to be able to play it, but it also taught me that in a heart beat anything you place importance on and love and craze can be taken from you in a matter of seconds. I say all this because through all this I gained a work ethic that I never had, I had realized that if I want to obtain my dreams I was going to have to work harder than ever now that I had this setback and I wasn’t going to let this setback defeat, but yet propel me toward my

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