Yesterday was Senior Night at the volleyball game. Each and one of the seniors were honored before the game with their accomplishments announced as the they walked down the line of teammates. As I saw the seniors walk down the line and gave hugs to their teammates one by one, I started to realized that it was going to be my last season of playing baseball.
As I watch the ceremony, I started to get flashbacks of the people who helped me to get to where I am today. I never thought I would be playing college baseball out of high school, with the body size of 5'6'' and a thin 155-160 pounds and being so mediocre at baseball.
When I was younger, I was the kid who would come home from school and throw everything on the floor and turn on the Play Station and play it for numerous amount of hours. My mother will always told me as I played Final Fantasy IX, "Stop playing video games and go practice some baseball. Talent isn't just handed on a silver platter." I would feel guilty when she said it but my priorty at the time was to beat the game I was playing
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High school baseball was fun. My senior year was the first time we made it to playoffs since 2004. What made it an awesome year was the teammates I had, which was mostly all my friends since middle school. There were ones who were so focused and was game ready all the time and there were some who kept everything loose. I thought I would never be part of something special again. Sometimes I wish they can come watch me play out here because they are support system that keeps me going.
Then college came. Long story short, the five years I been in college as a athlete, I have made some friends that I call family now that kept on pushing past my limit to become the best I can be and became the person I am today.
But the biggest supporter is my family, especially my mother. She is the one that always told me to work hard, scolded me when I didn't, yelled at me for being lazy. She is the one that always listened to my ranting about baseball when she didn't want to be any part of it. She is the one that supported me in anything I did...
When the senior volleyball players came down to the end of the line to hug their parents, I started to get this jittery feeling.
I don't think my mother came to any of my baseball games I played in since my Little League days. I recalled my mother and sisters coming to a game at El Camino College when we hosted Super Regionals, but I wasn't playing then because that was my redshirt year. Other than that she hasn't seem me play in a long time. Also probably because she worked siz of the seven days of the week, day and night.
This year marks my senior year as well as some other teammates on the team. I talked to my mother if she can make it out to Cedar Rapids for Senior Day. She told me she doesn't know if she can with work. But said will make it out for graduation. One thing I want in the world is for my mother to see me play again for one last time.
I know my mother isn't technology savvy at all and she probably wont read this (probably doesn't know I even have a blog, or even know what a blog is), but even though if its only her, I want to surprise her and fly her into Cedar Rapids to watch me play that day.
I am fortunate to have the friends and family that has been supporting me. I just wanted to thank and every one of you who has been there for me through the calm and the storm. Never taking things for granted.
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| Biggest supporter! (Taken on 12/25/2010, also Mom's birthday) |
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