Alright... So yesterday I had just another ordinary day, the only difference was that I had missed the previous 2 due to a long-planned out vacation.
Anyway, so after my team was all warmed up, my friend Jenna (also the coach's daughter) gives me the ball to toss around at first, assuming that I'd be playing my regular position, seeing as to I haven't played any other in over 2 years. BUT, as he starts reading off positions, he says that one of the first year girls is at first and I'm in left-center field (omitting the rover). And I just looked at Jenna to see if she had known anything, but she looked as amazed as I was, definately thinking, "Ok, what the heck? Why don't we put her back as catcher and Carol as first!?"
And the thing is, I am absolutely horrible at paying attention in the outfield, I always tend to zone out, and it definately showed last night. And the current 1st baseman hated it there, and wanted to be back at catcher. And then she had to leave for the rest of the game in the 4th inning, and who does he put in at 1st? Not me, but another girl, who normally plays where I was. And then I went up to bat, so pissed off, that I just tried to kill the ball, but it just kept going foul and I ended up striking out and that just pissed me off even more.
After the game, we lost again (2-7 for the season so far), he's reading off what we could have done better, and says that I need to work harder at catching pop-flies, and I just had to urge to slap him across the face and scream "ya know what? I HATE that position as much as I hate you!" And I would have done it, but I have to keep up my position as one of the team leaders and role-models for positive behavior.
And then, my mom had been sitting in the car in anger, I got in the car, and she turns to me and asks if I want to quit the rest of the season. And I just looked at her, half in disbelief and half in frustration, and said, "no, I'm going to prove that I'm a better person, and player, and stick it out for the rest of the season, even if I hate it." And then she says, "But that was one of the biggest kicks in the teeth he could have given you." And I just said that it didn't matter anymore.
I'm sorry to all of you for having read this, if you did, but I figured it was the best place to do it, seeing as at least one of you has probably had this happen to you.
Comment, disapprove, do what ever, it doesn't matter anymore.