It was a weird and crazy baseball season for me. The weather has gone from raining like a rain storm to as hot as desert. The field we normally practiced on was flooded. It looked like a hurricane came in and destroyed the field, so our choices for practice that night were to either go to a different field, which is about five to ten minutes away from our normal practice field, or go home. More than half of the team decided to go home and a quarter of the team didn’t answer. The only people that chose to practice were this kid named Jason, who was 2 years older than me, and me. I chose to practice because I was one of the worst players on the team and I was also the youngest. Our coach had the final call and that was who ever wanted to practice go to the Westy Baseball Fields. The Westy Fields were nice and had no water on them what so ever. The 5 kids that showed up were all older and better than me. So when I came up to bat I saw everyone move in from the outfield to the edge of the grass where it met the warm dusty dirt. At that time I lost all my self confidence and said to myself I am a bad player. As I walked up to the batters box, my coach said something.
“Come on Z-Rex, let’s go now, take a couple deep breathes and put the bat on the ball.” He said with confidence.
“You can do it Zach,” said my dad in the back-ground.
I took a deep breathe, focused on the ball, and tried my best to make contact. During my time up at bat I noticed that every ball I hit was either a lousy fly ball or a hard hit ground ball. After I hit 7 in a row, I missed 3 fastballs that were right down the middle. That went better than any other time I went up for batting practice. I had the smallest amount of hits that night with 7 hits. Everybody else had 8, 9, or 10 hits. Before practice ended coach wanted to see who could pitch. Other than playing first base that was my favorite position to play, so I went up and pitched about twenty pitches. About 13 o ver since that game I have gotten at least five inside the park homeruns and about twenty-five doubles and about ten triples. After that week that’s why I BELIEVE practice makes you better.
f those 20 were within the strike zone.
“Great job son, you looked good at pitching and that’s that best I’ve seen you hit all year,” my dad said as I got into the car.
“Thanks, but I could do better at batting and possibly pitching if I keep practicing,” I replied back
“Well I will keep you to that, and even if you only do it for ten minutes, you will gradually get better,” he said with a smile.
Our best pitcher was Jason, who could throw the hardest and was the most accurate. If we were on different teams, I would not want to bat against him, because when he pitched it looked like a fireball was coming at you.
After practice our coach told us that our season was going to start in a week in a half. With in that time period, I have practiced pitching, catching, and hitting so that I would get to play more than what I was playing now. I did this over and over everyday of the week, before our season started because I wanted to play, and I did this because baseball is and will be my favorite sport of all time. I also did this so I would be ready for anything and everything. So every day, that week, after practice or even before practice, I would go outside or stay at the field and practice for an extra half an hour to an hour before or after our original practice.
As the week passed, I got better at baseball and became the five-hole hitter instead of the nine-hole. In this part of the line-up, the pitcher wasn’t so tired so most of the pitches that were pitched to me were in the strike zone and not on the ground or 2 to 3 feet outside of the strike zone. Also while I was in this spot in the line-up I hit a lot more balls then I thought I would that year.