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Personal Narrative: My Last Game Of The Tournament

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Towards the end of the school year after my success on the baseball field lead to my summer coach asking me to play for his summer team again, I thought to myself, maybe I’ll prove to him I am good enough to play in Florida and surpass his expectations. So the summer starts the first game I sit, the next game I sit, then finally the last game of the tournament I sit. At this point I asked him, “why did I not get a chance to pitch?” he said, well there are too many pitchers to get you in this tournament. I said okay thinking nothing of it. Now to the next tournament, I was Going into this thinking, I’m going to get to start a game maybe most of a game. But was I wrong, I pitched a total of 1 inning this tournament out of 4 games. At this point I was getting frustrated with him for not playing me. Besides the point of not playing much this year, I still asked about playing in Florida …show more content…

After this meeting I decided to do my own thing I left the team. Just because of that one game and what he said I left the team, but also my coach played me 9 innings though out the entire year, from the West Virginia trip and about 10 tournaments’. This equaled about 50 games all year and I got 9 innings, which is about one game and a half. I was done with my coach. The summer was half the way over, all I wanted almost more than anything to prove my summer coach wrong, 100% wrong and let him know. I set off looking for colleges in Florida. I knew this was going to be a challenge, but in the end I found one college. Even better I got a scholar ship to play baseball in Florida, at Southeastern university. I finally reached my goal and most importantly, I proved my coach wrong after everything he said making this a significant accomplishment in my life. After this, I have the scholar-ship and I know my summer league coach heard about it, I still never heard a congratulations or good job from him, despite proving him completely

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