As the sweat rolled down my face my grip on the bat got tighter. The pitcher fired a heater and my swing didn’t touch it. The sun beat down on me as I stumbled in frustration back into the dugout. My confidence was wavering as I tallied yet another strike out. Mixed emotions scurry through my head as I try and comprehend my struggles at the dish. I even wonder if I should just hang it all up at quit.
Throughout youth athletics I had never encountered failure face to face. Growing up I had a phenomenal baseball coach, my dad, we never lost. In my five years playing baseball under my dad's instruction we won the championship of our league all five years. It was great, in my hometown they allowed the high school baseball coach to run camps for …show more content…
When the day of try-outs finally arrived I was nervous millions of butterflies went crazy in my stomach. As I jogged down to the field I was able to spot the new coach. He was a big intimidating former division 1 baseball player by the name of Coach Chisenhall. As he introduced himself I trembled in my cleats because of his booming voice. He had told us that he lost hearing in his left ear and that's why he talks so loud. Going into the try-out I was the definite favorite to win the starting position at first base. As try-outs progressed I noticed that the competition level had increased. The next week Coach Chisenhall had made his final cuts and as I predicted I was on the A team. As the season rolled on I was able to cruise my way into the starting position at first base with almost little to no competition at all. As the first game arrived coach Chisenhall gave a speech before the game telling us that if you are a starter that does not mean that your spot is secured. At that time his words went in one ear and right out the other for me because I was just worried about playing. I got off to an extremely bad start to the season not getting a hit in at
Throughout youth athletics I had never encountered failure face to face. Growing up I had a phenomenal baseball coach, my dad, we never lost. In my five years playing baseball under my dad's instruction we won the championship of our league all five years. It was great, in my hometown they allowed the high school baseball coach to run camps for …show more content…
When the day of try-outs finally arrived I was nervous millions of butterflies went crazy in my stomach. As I jogged down to the field I was able to spot the new coach. He was a big intimidating former division 1 baseball player by the name of Coach Chisenhall. As he introduced himself I trembled in my cleats because of his booming voice. He had told us that he lost hearing in his left ear and that's why he talks so loud. Going into the try-out I was the definite favorite to win the starting position at first base. As try-outs progressed I noticed that the competition level had increased. The next week Coach Chisenhall had made his final cuts and as I predicted I was on the A team. As the season rolled on I was able to cruise my way into the starting position at first base with almost little to no competition at all. As the first game arrived coach Chisenhall gave a speech before the game telling us that if you are a starter that does not mean that your spot is secured. At that time his words went in one ear and right out the other for me because I was just worried about playing. I got off to an extremely bad start to the season not getting a hit in at