Dreams lead people to the stars, but let them fall hard as well. I felt this way not to long ago; I know I will feel like this again. I have played softball for as long as I can remember. I have always loved the game, and competition and friends that go with it. I decided to try-out for the JV Stevenson softball team. I had a lot of support from my family and friends; I went to try-outs with my head up high. I was nervous because I had never actually tried out for a team before; I was still confident and proud of what I knew.
The try-outs were about 2 ½ hours long for three days. The first day I was doing so great; I felt like I was on top of the world. I was so sore the next and didn’t feel the greatest either. That defiantly put a setback on 110% effort. I was still nervous; I knew that everyday counted. I told the coaches I felt sick that day, just so they knew, and it’s a good thing they did. We started our five minute run and I did three laps; that’s all I could do before I had to run to the bathroom. That was most defiantly, a setback during. Puking then running and playing softball for 2 ½ hours isn’t my ideal afternoon. I didn’t let that stop me though. I fought through it and could only hope for the best. The third day came around, and I knew that I had to prove myself today. I went in with the minor setback behind me; I was ready to start fresh. I gave my all that day; fighting through all sorts of pain. We ended try-outs early to found out if we made the team.
They went in alphabetical order; this is where having the last name Wissmueller doesn’t come in handy. It felt like I was waiting for hours, but only 20 minutes or so. We said “Good
luck!” to everyone; it was a very supportive group of girls. I was finally called and I had good hopes. I sat down in front of the coaches; this was one of the most intense moments of my life. They said “Thanks for coming out. What I saw was; you were confident in the batting cage, but not so much in fielding. I’m sorry but there’s no room on the team for you. Don’t give up; try-out again next year.” I said “Thank you. Goodbye.” The pain didn’t hit me at first. I walked out of the door thinking what just happened. I called my dad to tell him I was done and that I didn’t make the team; I couldn’t do it without crying. I felt like such a loser, I had no hope or confidence in life. I felt like I worked so hard for nothing.
After a lot of talks with my family; I figured out I wasn’t meant to play right now. Slowly and painfully, I became my old self and was ready for a new chapter in my life. I still don’t like talking about that though; it’s kind of a touchy subject. What made it worse was that basically everyone I meet there made the team. I’m looking on the bright side now; maybe they will be a crappie team and not win. I maybe, just maybe, got the deal in this deck.
The try-outs were about 2 ½ hours long for three days. The first day I was doing so great; I felt like I was on top of the world. I was so sore the next and didn’t feel the greatest either. That defiantly put a setback on 110% effort. I was still nervous; I knew that everyday counted. I told the coaches I felt sick that day, just so they knew, and it’s a good thing they did. We started our five minute run and I did three laps; that’s all I could do before I had to run to the bathroom. That was most defiantly, a setback during. Puking then running and playing softball for 2 ½ hours isn’t my ideal afternoon. I didn’t let that stop me though. I fought through it and could only hope for the best. The third day came around, and I knew that I had to prove myself today. I went in with the minor setback behind me; I was ready to start fresh. I gave my all that day; fighting through all sorts of pain. We ended try-outs early to found out if we made the team.
They went in alphabetical order; this is where having the last name Wissmueller doesn’t come in handy. It felt like I was waiting for hours, but only 20 minutes or so. We said “Good
luck!” to everyone; it was a very supportive group of girls. I was finally called and I had good hopes. I sat down in front of the coaches; this was one of the most intense moments of my life. They said “Thanks for coming out. What I saw was; you were confident in the batting cage, but not so much in fielding. I’m sorry but there’s no room on the team for you. Don’t give up; try-out again next year.” I said “Thank you. Goodbye.” The pain didn’t hit me at first. I walked out of the door thinking what just happened. I called my dad to tell him I was done and that I didn’t make the team; I couldn’t do it without crying. I felt like such a loser, I had no hope or confidence in life. I felt like I worked so hard for nothing.After a lot of talks with my family; I figured out I wasn’t meant to play right now. Slowly and painfully, I became my old self and was ready for a new chapter in my life. I still don’t like talking about that though; it’s kind of a touchy subject. What made it worse was that basically everyone I meet there made the team. I’m looking on the bright side now; maybe they will be a crappie team and not win. I maybe, just maybe, got the deal in this deck.
