Breaking down The Swing

Keep my hands high and close to my ears
Don't go up.
Don't be afraid to stride in,
But not too much.
Keep the front foot pointed straight,
Just not at the pitcher.
Bellybutton at the shortstop,
After the rotation.
Knob straight to ball
See it hit,
Then run

The heat gets to you
The water isn't enough,
Sweat in my eyes,
Blurred out visions,
Dehydration
Black out
Pass out
White out,
To hot to handle?
Then get the hell out!

The End of Juco Ball

The seasons over. I couldn't even play the last two games cause i hurt my leg. It's strong now and next year I am moving on to a better place. wish me luck.

I'm In My Head

For awhile now I thought my swing was off. I couldn't hit the ball, and I would always be thinking what I should do. My coaches tried to change my swing, my stance, and the way i would play the game I love so much.
It wasn't me though, I was doing everything the way I had always played the game. Hard, all out, diving, and risking my life to get the ball, or hit it as hard as I can. They always said you're not a ball player until you show Blood , Sweat , and Tears. The Blood from risking your flesh and ur health to get to a 5 ounce ball. The Sweat from all the hard work you put into the sport from the time you picked up a baseball, until now. And hoping to get further and further, and better, and better, with your career day by day. And the Tears, not from failure and being a spoiled bitch. But from failing at one point, and telling yourself, "I know I'm better thn anyone else", and finally proving it.
I have had a few bad games, the coaches have lost their confidence in me, and now I'm not seeing the field. But There's always one person that will have confidence in me, and that's me. "I know I'm better than anyone else. I am the best there will ever be! Beat me I dare you!"
"I'll get my chance, and when I do, I'll show you who the mistake is!"

Strike Out!

On Deck,
Feeling Confident,
I've practiced enough,
I got the mechanics down, and I know exactly what to do.

It's my turn now,
The hitter in front of me got a base hit,
Get up to the plate,
anxiety attacks!

No! No! No!
What do I do now?
The pitcher releases the ball,
I see it cross over my bat

Strike One!

I feel my hips, shoulder, and head flying out.
I'm trying to kill the ball instead of making solid contact.
I'm down in the count,
Take a deep breath to relax.
Step in the batters box again,
Oh no! Another anxiety attack.

No! No! No!
What do I do now?
The pitcher releases the ball,
Do I swing or let the pitch go?

Strike Two!

It's the pitcher's count now.
I'm expecting the junk.
Get in the box again,
And take ball one.

Thank you God.

Close my eyes,
Try to relax my body and my thoughts once more.
Get in the box again,
Calm as can be.
No Anxiety attack
I know what I have to do.

The pitcher releases the ball,
I don't see it cross over my bat,
My hips, shoulder, and head flies out
But a swing without contact means...

Strike Three! I'm out...

I hate striking out!
I hate it!
I hate it!
I hate it!