The Pinky: A Short Story

This has affected me by making me play even if I’m in a bad condition. One time, I fractured my finger in practice, and when I went to take an X-ray, the doctors said I had to wait for 2 months until I can play again. I told myself that these were the times that would make me different from other people. On the following week, I couldn’t stand watching anymore, so I got the closest tape I could find. I wrapped my fingers together to stop the pain and I started playing. This paid off for me because the coach can now rely on me to stay in the game even if I have the worst

This particular Sunday, we had already played four other games. We were nearing the end of our fifth, the championship game, and I was almost up to bat. I slipped my gloves on, black with white lightning stripes, giving me a sense of power. The player up to bat sadly strikes out, giving us our second out as the game is tied. The ump looks at me motions for me to approach the plate. I stepped out of the practice circle and took a few practice swings. Lift, step, plant, twist, bring the bat around, follow through, slap. Lift, step, plant, twist, bring the bat around, follow through, slap. Over and over, the same swing I’ve spent countless hours perfecting back at our practice academy in Olathe.

That same summer, the summer before freshman year, I tried out for my another team in my town, which is my current team. My shoulder had rested its 12 weeks, and I was cleared by the doctor, I could resume training. Starting off everything went as planned, then I experienced the same pain, and being afraid what my new coach would say, I said nothing. Two entire, excruciating weeks

Next, they put me in a different room upstairs to take some x-rays, they figured out that I had 2 fractures (so practically broken!) They put an enormous cast on my arm that went all the way down to my elbow and I had to wear that for 2 weeks or something like that. After a while of having it on, my arm got numb and I couldn’t feel my hand! When we got traveled back after the 2 weeks they gave me another cast. The difference was that it was smaller and only went down to my wrist also my 2 fingers (pinky and ring) were at a 90 degree angle. They told me “Wear that one for another

When the pitcher was getting to pitch , I said to myself “ hit the ball over . “ and that’s what I did . The pitch was just perfect just came at me just how I like it all i could see where the red stitches on the ball . As I got ready to swing the bat I could hear my team cheering me on to hit the ball

the team during preseason testing, and by sophomore year I had earned a spot on the varsity squad. That

There, in the middle of my shin, looked to be a tennis ball underneath my sock; however, I knew I still had to try and pitch no matter what my leg looked like. Start over: step up, deep breath, wind-up, and pitch. My catcher told coach that the pitch was harder than any that had come before: I knew that was my cue to pitch the rest of the game.

To start the game off, our team was the lower seed, so we were the home team. I began the game pitching, and I finished there too. The first inning was a breeze, as I retired the first three batters. In the batting order I was the 3-hole hitter. Our first two hitters did not start off very strongly, as they both grounded out. As I stepped into the batter's box I was confident and ready to turn around my bad fortunes.

“If I broke my pinky why is there a cast up to my elbow?” I started getting frustrated because I had to get used to sleeping with a big rock stuck to my lower left arm. Having a broken pinky was hard to adapt to. I couldn’t do as many things as usual.

It all began when I was playing football at Robinson Middle School. This pain had me suffer for a good two years of sports because I wasn’t cleared to be involved with school sports. But then at the end of those two years, I had a miracle from the doctor. He said that “ You are cleared to play sports, Mr. Williams”.

I am a 16 year old from Benedictine High School in Cleveland, Ohio. I encountered a problem recently, and thought I could share my experience with the rest of the world. Like most of you guys, I am a huge baseball fan and player. I am a pitcher on my school team as well as my summer team. Along with being a quarterback in the fall this isn't always the easiest on my arm. Up until this past year I had managed it all with ease, and had not encountered a single issue. That all changed very fast this most reason season as a result of my impatience and stubbornness. If you've ever seen a major league pitcher warmup they're out there for hours long tossing, stretching, and getting ready to throw that night. I would toss the ball a couple

It was the day of the tryout, and right when I came home from school I grabbed my ball and practiced. Every time I grabbed the ball I thought about the possible outcome,

After I scored I was walking back to the dugout and everybody was high-fiving me and telling me “Good Job.” When I got in the dugout the coach said “Rushing can you come see me?” The coach said that my first at-bat was fine, but I needed to enhance my rounding. The obstacle I overcame was my nervousness for batting in high school. I felt vigorous about overcoming that because now I’m relaxed and go up to the plate looking for a hit. My advice is to go up to the plate with a mind set of hitting the ball and to be

As I come up to the dusty plate, I tap the beaten bat on the pentagon, I step out of the batter’s box and read my coaches signs, Stepping back in I load up my swing, waiting for the pitch. The pitcher started his motion, slowly coming towards me, I could see the ball rotating: a curve ball. I hold back my swing and crunch! I take off running down the base path, Only to notice that the ball went over the fence.

My swollen knuckles started bleeding through the wraps. Feeling that, I had not suffered enough. I continued punching the bag.