Baseball journey . . . strike that! How I hit my stride in sports

By COLE MACKINTOSH

Sheridan High School Student

The Sheridan Student Column is brought to readers by Sheridan High School’s 10th grade English class, taught by Abby Williams.

Ever since I was a little kid, I knew I loved baseball. But I definitely didn’t start out as the best player.

When I was in rookie league, I struck out every time I went up to bat. I remember crying and doing what little kids did. But one day I got mad, so mad that I wanted to change the fact that I knew I was an automatic out. Unfortunately, this didn’t happen until I was in middle school because I went to get some help.

I got this help from a guy named Carlos from Rountrippers. This is where my journey started with baseball. I learned how to actually swing a bat to hit a ball. It wasn’t the prettiest at first, but the more I worked on it, the better I got. When baseball season came around, I went from not ever hitting the ball to hitting it at least once a game. I remember being so happy that it was all I thought about.

I also used to be a terrible fielder. I couldn’t stop a ball to save my life, so I usually played in the outfield. I remember looking up YouTube videos and asking people what they did as much as I could. I started to get better, but I was never really satisfied because I still would have errors.

By this time, I was in eighth grade, and I loved baseball more than anything, but I knew I was nowhere good enough to ever even make it on a high school baseball team.

This is where I put my head down, my dad put his money where his mouth was, and I grinded for a full winter season.

I didn’t play basketball that year and I had three hitting sessions a week; at this point I was really good at fielding but needed to get my arm strength up. I was working out five times a week, with about three to four hitting sessions per week.

Slowly I started seeing changes in my body physically and how hard I was hitting the ball. I would record myself and take keys on what I could do better next time, and I kept getting better and better.

Everything I’ve done to get to this point was worth it. I know I’m not done, and I still continue my hitting/fielding sessions weekly and workout six times a week. I definitely am not satisfied with my baseball journey, and I’m not sure if I ever will be.

I do know that baseball is what I want to do in the future, and I know if I ever get a chance, I better do everything I can.