After about a year my pitching dreams came true and pitched a couple of innings in a game. After that happened I realized that I didn’t want to just play third base and pitcher in order to play more in games. My coach had asked me if I wanted to learn how to be a catcher because my team only had one and she wasn’t going to be able to play next year due to her age. I agreed to try it and I instantly liked it because I felt in charge and in control of the ball. I finished playing summer softball as the main catcher for every
As a freshman I knew I was going to be overlooked. Too much of my surprise I was placed on varsity for my pitching abilities. This only fueled my passion. Not only was I on the team but I played! Can you imagine the other team looking at the roster and finding out then were going to let at thirteen year old freshman pitch to their nineteen year old senior batters?
There is an old proverb, it goes “ Treat your work as though you will reap a harvest from your labors”. I had never heard of said proverb before my first day of baseball, and even if I had, I would not be able to relate in the slightest. Growing up, I learned that my natural abilities in athletics and school made it so things just came to me, I thought I was a natural born winner. This gave me the mindset that hard work was for people who actually needed it, I (obviously) not being one of those people. This mindset would be crushed on my first day of baseball practice, where I was put in my place and forced to re-evaluate what it truly means to be a successful person.
For a young baseball player one of the highest goals to achieve is hitting a homerun -for me that was all I wanted. I already achieved most of what I wanted in baseball, and one of my proudest was a no-hitter, but it was no home run. When I first realized how bad I wanted this feat was one night after a practice where all we did was just hit. The majority of my teammates hit at least one homerun that practice, but me I hit the fence but never was able to send one over. The car ride home after the practice was horrible, I was a mess.
I was so excited to meet all kinds of new people and play the game we all love, but I never thought it would be as challenging as it has been for me this year. Softball is a big part of my life and who I am, but should I have to be as dedicated as my coaches make me be? I am a freshmen at American River this year I am attending school and playing softball. When I decided to play softball I new it was going to be a lot of time and hard work. But what I did not realize was all of the things I was going to give up.
The sun beat down constantly with temperatures that had reached 90 by noon, and I was our teams catcher. Shin guards, a chest protector and a helmet all day. I could hardly take it, but I wanted so much to win so I dealt with the misery for one day. The first game we lost. It was a close game with a score of 4 to 5.
I played well my 8th grade year and wanted to impress the varsity coach. So I attended every camp, workout, and winter practice to hopefully even get his attention. Even if I didn’t perform well I made sure I would always hustle and have a great attitude towards the game. The first day of practice I went and warmed up with the JV squad. In the middle of stretching the varsity coach shouted at me, “Green!
Smoking in the dugouts and no toilets! Are you serious? There are many situations in life that aren’t fair and we cannot control. Whether it’s playing baseball in horrible pollution, and I mean horrible, and having no baseball gear that other people would say, “Where did you get that from?” I didn’t know how good I had until I went on a memorable journey. The summer of 2016 I traveled to Beijing with my brother and his baseball team to play against high school teams from the area.
After the first fall ball game and my step father observed the coach 's response and as the coached chuckled and he noticed my step father observing him, but he had no idea that the man observing him was my step father. After the game he stepped up to speak with the coach and as he introduced himself to the coach, he called me over and told the coach this is my soon to be step son. Ironically, the coaches demeanor completely changed that day we had a second game and I was called up to pitch and I pitched three innings that with only one hit, and no walks. I did great. At the end of the game I shook my coaches hand and thanked him for letting me pitch.
I leaped as high as I could and unfortunately missed the tip the game was already heading south but the game had just started so we had no worries. The first quarter had several lead changes we both had bad shooting quarters shooting below the 30% but that wasn’t what mattered we were all worried about looking good as a team and winning the game not individual stats. About ¾ of the way through the first quarter our coach called a timeout and called us to the sideline and said “Guys you are a great group of kids and have made my coaching experience beyond expectable and you are a bright group of kids so after this season I’ll be retiring and making sure I go out with bang so win this game for me!” and that’s when the game took a drastic change, we began to play with our heart not just our