"You need to pull yourself together Jen." Kylie shouts from across the field.
"I'm working on it, one error I can make it up I promise this hasn't happened since last year. I've been training since the end of last freaking season." I shout, basically telling Coach King that I want to be there and will do anything to make it.
"I know just get it together you got this kiddo." She yells to me, she always has called me kiddo since we were about 8. Kylie is one day older than me and my cousin.
At the end of infield and outfield work coach made more cuts, I again scraped by and made it through this round. I was getting ready for the batting portion of tryouts. I started to get nervous and worked myself up so much I had an anxiety attack.
During batting I was doing fine hitting line shot after line shot which is fine during games and such but coach requires a homerun hit during try-outs. I finally get the it that would have gone over but Erin made it to the fence and basically fell over the fence. Coach was happy for her but looked at me like it was supposed to go over by a mile or some shit like that.
When coach makes cuts for the final time I make it, but I know that this means another season on the bench for me. I just have to teach the underclassmen what to do and when to do it. I mean atleast I can be some what productive.
