I am ten years old, it is a rainy fall evening, and I am in my dad’s silver Subaru on our way to Canton. This will be my first pitching lesson ever and my mind is racing. I am wondering what the pitching instructor will be like. I am wondering if he is nice or not, or if he’ll make me run a lot, or how much better he’ll make me. I hate running. I’m also wondering if we’ll stop to get McDonald’s after or not because I’m ten and I want a happy meal. We have finally arrived, and the first thing I see is “Hall of Fame Fitness Center.” I begin to think of all these great sports figures like Alex Rodriguez and Barry Bonds and how they must practice here too since it’s the Hall of Fame Fitness Center. As I enter through the tall glass …show more content…
It’s my senior year, I’m seventeen years old and I’m scheduled to sign my letter of intent to play baseball at Malone University. I could not be more excited. Playing college baseball has been my dream for seven years now. All those difficult days working through workouts, arm injuries, and practice don’t seem so pointless now. It’s eleven o'clock in the morning and I’m outside my school about to walk in. It’s almost time for my signing and I see my parents arrive at the school parking lot from work as I wait at the entrance to the school for them. It’s time to head in. I arrive in the gym with my parents at my side, my coach is there along with a man from the newspaper. The man’s jacket says “Bob,” which I found funny since his name is Bob, it’s almost like a built in name tag. Bob now starts explaining how the picture is going to work and who will stand where, who will sit here, who will sit there. I start thinking about the picture. Should I smile? Should I not? What do I do with my hands? I thought I’d actually be signing an actual document, but I actually just had a random roster sheet in front of me while I held a pen. This didn't matter to me because today still signified that all my hard work had paid off and with it I had reached my dream of playing college