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.

Catcher Catastrophes (pg.1) As I lay on the ground heart pumping, sweat dripping, cuts bleeding, I hear the other teams' crowd yelling louder than an atomic bomb explosion. Then, I here my head coach's footsteps. My heart drops and I feel like I'm sinking into the dirt under me. I was about to get up when he starts yelling at me. "What the heck were you thinking! You just lost the whole game for us and now you're just laying on the ground expecting someone to help you up!" My coach looks hysterical now, but I don't answer his question. So I get up, pull my act together, grab my bat, and walk into the dugout. My teammates have a disgusted look on their faces, and it looks like they're expecting me to apologize. I wouldn't do that in a million years. When we were a 10u team our coach told us that it was no ones fault that we lost. I guess he dropped that rule. I'm putting my gear away when Britney, our lead pitcher in my opinion, says"It's okay Taylor everybody makes mistakes." "Thanks." I say as quietly as I can. Now I'm walking over to a small tree where my coaches and the rest of the team are sitting. Now for the worst part, my coaches are going to talk to us about the game. "We all know most of us did great." my head coach said looking at me straight in the eyes. He continues "I just wish we could've won,but some bad decisions were made. There were especially bad mistakes in the last at bat." I felt sort of bad. Okay, really bad. I wanted to scream at him and run off to my mom and dad. I knew they would be a couple of the people who would be nice to me. Now it was the next coaches turn, Coach Jake, he said,"I pretty much have nothing to say, but that you guys never give up on yourselves, and I want you to know that." That makes me feel just a little bit better, but I still feel pretty bad. I basically ignored what Coach Jess said, and left as soon as I could. When I got close to where my family was, I dropped all my equipment and hugged my