“Gabe” A voice cries out, piercing the cool, late April air, “Gabe, I want you to be higher off the ground when you catch,” screams my coach across the baseball diamond. As dirty sweat drips off of my red face, I examine the field. The whole team knows that I have caught well the first three-fourths of the season. Now with two weeks to play, my coach is trying to adjust my catching style. All season he has ridden me harder than any other player on the team. I have done my absolute best for the previous three months, and I have been the voice of my team because everyone else refuses to speak during a game. I do not love baseball. It has become a mandatory hobby; one with more frustration than enjoyment. I should just quit.
Months before this incident, in the school’s auxiliary gym, I hear the sound of the aluminum bat hitting a baseball. Ding! This sound is repeated again and again in the background as I catch bullpen after bullpen. I am sick of this. I constantly …show more content…
Baseball practice every single day, if we do not have a game. Twice a week we play an opponent, and sometimes we do not get back until 9:30 at night. Why do I continue to put myself through this misery? The answer is: I don’t know for sure. Part of me is sick of the game, but part of me still enjoys the thrill of commanding the field from behind the plate. It is kind of like riding a roller coaster that I want to go on, but hate at the same time. I try my hardest for the team and for my parents bearing a grin as I step onto the roller coaster, but they do not see my sacrifice. “Well, if you would have worked out in the off-season then you would hit better,” or “You should have been throwing all year,” is constantly what I hear. Well, Mom and Dad, maybe if I loved baseball like you think I do, I would put more time into the sport. All of their comments make me sick and want to be done with the
Months before this incident, in the school’s auxiliary gym, I hear the sound of the aluminum bat hitting a baseball. Ding! This sound is repeated again and again in the background as I catch bullpen after bullpen. I am sick of this. I constantly …show more content…
Baseball practice every single day, if we do not have a game. Twice a week we play an opponent, and sometimes we do not get back until 9:30 at night. Why do I continue to put myself through this misery? The answer is: I don’t know for sure. Part of me is sick of the game, but part of me still enjoys the thrill of commanding the field from behind the plate. It is kind of like riding a roller coaster that I want to go on, but hate at the same time. I try my hardest for the team and for my parents bearing a grin as I step onto the roller coaster, but they do not see my sacrifice. “Well, if you would have worked out in the off-season then you would hit better,” or “You should have been throwing all year,” is constantly what I hear. Well, Mom and Dad, maybe if I loved baseball like you think I do, I would put more time into the sport. All of their comments make me sick and want to be done with the