Wyatt Takes The Mound
I wake up and it's about 10:30 am; approximately an hour and a half till game time. I grab my hat, cleats, and glove as I head out the door. Today is game day. It's mid-summer and nearing the middle of the baseball season. Today I am feeling rather nervous about the game, which usually doesn't happen, but today is special. Today, I pitch.
While I drive down the road, I feel butterflies begin to flutter in my stomach. All I can think of is, "What if I mess up?" or "What will coach do when I hit a kid?" The fear of trying something new was not as great as the fea…
