Baseball Injuries
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9/26/2014
9/26/2014
Baseball Injuries
My last season
Baseball Injuries
My last season
Johan Manuel Rosario
Miami dade college
Johan Manuel Rosario
Miami dade college
The nerves are raging, mainly in my stomach as the butterflies flutter till no end. "Is everything ok? Will everything go as planned?" I couldn't stop thinking about what might happen. Images were racing wild as I thought about my teammates going to battle without me. They couldn't comprehend why I had to let them handle it on their own. We’ve played with each other since we were in eighth grade, and when they need me the most, all I can do is sit and cheer. I hate this feeling of helplessness, but at the same time I knew I had to do what little I can do well.
It was two days until the first game of my last high school baseball season. My team and I were going to play against Doral, a battle we had persistently prepared for since the last game of our junior year. The sun was beating on my pads, radiating the heat to make practice seem even worse. I was exhausted and looking forward to the end of my last sweat poring practice for the week. Our team was repetitively executing plays to make sure they were like second nature to us on Friday.
Then, creating an unknown peace, Coach Smith yells, "Play Ball!"
The play wasn’t simple. It was to triple steal the bases. It was a play that was both underrated and underused I thought since it was hard to pull off. Luckily our couch walked us through everything. I was supposed to get closer towards the pitcher one or two steps to make him think I appeared closer to the bag. As long as his left leg was behind and his right up front I was good to go because that meant that the pitcher was aiming for home as it should be. Everything turned out to great as planned. I was able to take the three bases which was the most important part but Jan Carlos (One of my teammates) thought he didn’t hit the ball hard enough and wanted to try again. Coach Smith...
9/26/2014
Baseball Injuries
My last season
Baseball Injuries
My last season
Johan Manuel Rosario
Miami dade college
Johan Manuel Rosario
Miami dade college
The nerves are raging, mainly in my stomach as the butterflies flutter till no end. "Is everything ok? Will everything go as planned?" I couldn't stop thinking about what might happen. Images were racing wild as I thought about my teammates going to battle without me. They couldn't comprehend why I had to let them handle it on their own. We’ve played with each other since we were in eighth grade, and when they need me the most, all I can do is sit and cheer. I hate this feeling of helplessness, but at the same time I knew I had to do what little I can do well.
It was two days until the first game of my last high school baseball season. My team and I were going to play against Doral, a battle we had persistently prepared for since the last game of our junior year. The sun was beating on my pads, radiating the heat to make practice seem even worse. I was exhausted and looking forward to the end of my last sweat poring practice for the week. Our team was repetitively executing plays to make sure they were like second nature to us on Friday.
Then, creating an unknown peace, Coach Smith yells, "Play Ball!"
The play wasn’t simple. It was to triple steal the bases. It was a play that was both underrated and underused I thought since it was hard to pull off. Luckily our couch walked us through everything. I was supposed to get closer towards the pitcher one or two steps to make him think I appeared closer to the bag. As long as his left leg was behind and his right up front I was good to go because that meant that the pitcher was aiming for home as it should be. Everything turned out to great as planned. I was able to take the three bases which was the most important part but Jan Carlos (One of my teammates) thought he didn’t hit the ball hard enough and wanted to try again. Coach Smith...