Catcher Catastrophes (pg.2) Parents. I tried my best to hold back tears, but I couldn't. I started bawling . While I was in my melt down I heard two girls from another team call me a wimp. "Jerks" I said under my breath and then I started crying again. My mom says "Lets go back to the hotel and relax for the rest of the day." " Sounds good to me!" Says my dad. So we start for the car, and just as we were reaching the car I felt a hand on my shoulder. My mind was racing. Who was it? Was it Britney, Coach Jake? I turned around and then I was face to face with the home plate umpire. Why him I thought. "I heard what your coach said to you, and I think you did great. Know matter what other people say, you have to know in your heart that you did the best you can do, and that is all that matters." "Thank you so much." I say dazed from what he said. "You keep up the good work. I got to go to another game, bye." He says. "Bye" I say and then he leaves. On the ride home my mom and dad were talking about the head coach, Coach Rick. Half way to the hotel, my mom's phone went off. It was a text message from Rick. It says: Team lunch at Buffalo Wild Wings at one After mom read it to dad and I, I said " Do we have to go?" Dad replied, "No, I didn't think you would want to anyways." "Okay" I say happily. Later at the hotel we were watching some softball games on television. The game was almost done, and the score was twelve to nothing. It was the last at bat for the losing team. Number twelve in the line up was up. Runners on two and three. On the first pitch the batter hits an over the fence homer. Then, the team came back and beat the other team thirteen to twelve. I started crying softly. My dad must of heard me because he turned the television off.
