Blog #4- Failure

Like many others, I have failed a great deal. Whether it’s on a test at school, in sports or saying something I probably should never had said. It is very challenging to choose one but this is one that I remember vividly and occurred during baseball. It was about 3 years ago, going into the last inning, winning by 3 runs. My coach leaned on me to close out the game and get the win for our team. That whole inning was a blur and a struggle; I blew it. I remember seeing the opponents continuously circling the bases, in what seemed like an endless inning. Now down by 3 or 4 runs, we were the home team and had our chance to make our own comeback but I was not thinking about that. I trudged into the dugout, feeling awful. It was the worst feeling I’ve ever had at a baseball game, almost sick to my stomach. I had let my team down. Normally, especially in baseball, I am not a guy who will mope around and get down on myself, but I had blown the game. I never give up, in anything I do but this time I wasn’t worried about a potential come back. My mood started to change drastically once we started to get people on base and 1 run scored, then 2 runs and we were making a comeback. Then I realized, I was up soon and after doing some math in my head, realized I would have a chance to redeem myself and win the game for the team, I was suddenly rejuvenated. A few batters later, it became my turn, with 2 outs and runners on 1^st and 2^nd , down by a run. The pitcher was rattled and was losing control, and the first pitch was in the dirt and trickled past the catcher, allowing each runner to move up a base. Then after the opposing coach took a trip out to the mound to calm down his pitcher and a little chat I had with my coach, It was just the pitcher and I with the game on the line. With the tying run on third and the winning run on second, I saw a few more pitches, before I got the perfect pitch to hit. I swung and pulled it just foul down the line, I had just missed winning the game. The next pitch was almost the exact same pitch, but this one I was able to hit right in between the center fielder and right fielder. As I was rounding first, I took a glance towards home plate, to see my teammate score, ending the game. I still recall this game and view it as both a failure for me and also as one of the reasons I never give up.

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