THE COACH THAT KILLED MY
PASSION FOR BASEBALL
BY: ANNONYMOUS
I fell in love with the game in second grade. I lived for every practice
and every game. I lived for the countless hours on the field or my
driveway perfecting every part of my game I could think of. Every night
after dinner, I would go hit and would not allow myself to go inside
until I hit one hundred-line drives. I had a desire to play, to get better
and to be the best baseball player I could possibly be.
I had many coaches between church leagues, rec leagues, personal
coaches, baseball camps, middle school and high school. Most of the
coaches I had the opportunity to play for had a passion for the game
like I did. They inspired me to never stop working. They would tell me I
had a natural ability. I took pride in knowing that I worked hard, and I
took pride in the compliments that I got from my coaches and other
parents. I always looked forward to the drills and, believe it or not, I
even looked forward to the running. These coaches had a desire to
teach, and I had a desire to learn through every good and bad thing
that happened during many seasons. Thank you to the coaches that
coached and supported me through the years.
Along with the good coaches, are a few bad coaches. These are the
coaches that focused on favorites instead of the good of the entire
team. I had coaches that no matter how hard I worked, it would never
be good enough for them. I had coaches that would take insults too far
on the field and in the classroom.
I had coaches that killed my passion and love for the game of baseball.