No Pain No Gain
My junior year in high school, I went out for baseball. I liked it for a while, but when games started I was on the bench most of the time. It was okay, but I was only getting to play a few innings per game. This didn't make me very happy at all. I knew there was another sport I would like. I had an idea of the one, but then that’s when the pain happened, I couldn’t quit. There was nothing I could do but recover. I knew this sport was for me.
With all the time that I was putting in to play, it just wasn't worth it. My father told me to just stick it out. I thought to myself I should just switch to football. Only problem is that baseball and football are very different. I didn't know if this was possible, so I talked to the coach. The coach said he would be glad to have me on the team, but I would have to talk to the counselor. I talked to her and explained why I wanted to switch sports and she gave me the go ahead. I talked to my dad about it and he said that if that was really what I wanted to do then that would be perfectly fine. I decided that I would play one more game of baseball and if things didn't get better, I would switch. Things didn't get better.
I got my physical certified and started football over the summer in training camp. My first practice was horrible, mainly because I didn’t know what I was doing. The new football cleats made my knee feet hurt and I was so sore all the time from the training. I didn't know anything compared to the other guys on the field. But I still learned a lot from them and as time progressed, I got better and could actually keep up with them. I found that there were some stance, techniques that would work better for me, because my legs weren’t as strong. It was great, because some kids were afraid that they were going to lung into me and injure me, so they wouldn't use some of the tackle techniques that they regularly would have. Finally, I had enough practices to play in a game. I was...