I rub my sweaty palms as the ball comes towards me. I notice all the people around me looking at me catch the ball. This is where I belong; I belong out in the field. This is my time to show the coaches what I got. The first day of baseball tryouts at my school I was finally ready. I was very urged to see what was going to happen, I see everybody around me all ready to go out in the field and play the game they love. Coach mac and coach Haughton distribute numbers to identify everybody when jotting down things. I got the number 20 and observe it closely thinking this is it.
We all get dressed up and walk all the way down to Heritage Park to start throwing the balls a little. My friend joined me and we started throw the ball further and further until theirs about 20 feet in between us. I start to lose control of the ball as I throw it harder and harder. I get very nervous thinking about the coaches watching me; judging me on how I do. After we’re done with that we do some sprints and some stretches. It’s very cold outside nearly below 30 degrees, I feel like I’m turning into a cold Popsicle.
We practice outside for about 2 hours until it’s time to go calling their parents; I go put up my cleats and get me bag and wonder what’s going to happen. Looking at my glove and bat thinking how bad I want this, I have been practicing every day to make sure I make it. This is all I want; to be a part of a baseball team. My brother and I have been playing baseball since we were 3 years old my dad taught us all he knows.
I wait till the end of the school day to go to practice. I go to the gym to get ready for the cold. As soon as I open the doors chills run down my back end goose bumps pop-up on my back. I get down the long path that awaits me. Everybody seems to be ready except me. I feel unconfident of myself I freeze up thinking what if I don’t make it; I start to shake nervously sweating even thinking that’s impossible right now.
Never Give Up
by: Jafet Estrada