Waiting to hear news that can have a deep impact on your life can be unsettling. What is even more unsettling is waiting to hear that news while expecting the worst outcome. The desk I was sitting in felt uncomfortable. Nobody spoke, or even made eye contact with one another. A classroom full of 25 close friends, and we all acted as if we had never met each other. Slowly, one by one, each player exited the room to talk to our coach. Time had slowed, and minutes felt like hours. Finally, it was my turn to speak to our coach. My heart pounded with every step that I made down the hallway towards the classroom. As soon as I entered the room, Coach said to me, ¨Have a seat, Picc¨. This was the moment of truth. Everybody faces an opportunity …show more content…
My dad passed on his love of the New York Yankees to my siblings and I at an early age. In third grade I began playing little league and I have been in love with the game ever since. Baseball has always been something that I can turn to no matter what. Throughout Little League, I was never the best player on my teams. But regardless, I worked hard and stayed true to the game. Early on, I knew that playing baseball was something I would want to do for a long time. The thought of being able to represent my school while playing the game I love always appealed to me even before middle school. I´ve gone through the process of tryouts before. Freshman tryouts in ninth grade were a nightmare. In freshman year, I was not prepared and I ended up getting cut from the team. Not being able to play school ball was crushing, but it pushed me to become a better player. This was a low point, but I was now familiar with the process and I was determined not to let the same thing happen with JV the next …show more content…
My heart was pounding, fingers sweaty. Forming a simple ¨Hey coach¨ came out very shaky. Remembering the specific details of our ensuing conversation is difficult, because I felt like I wasn't really there. The only feeling I had was that I was going to get cut, that I hadn't done enough in tryouts to show what I was capable of as a ball player. I knew I was good enough to play on the team, my teammates knew, but those weren't the opinions that mattered. The conversation ended and I was speechless. A handshake and a thank you was all I could manage. 30 minutes later I met up with my new teammates to talk about the upcoming season. I was on the team, and the first thing I did was tell my dad. My dad has always been one of my best friends. Baseball is just one of the many things we share a passion for, so we often had long conversations about