The score was 9-2 and we are in the fifth inning right now but still winning unless some fuck up shit happens.
I was on the bench massaging my ankle because it was still flaring up and yet I knew the coach would stop me from playing if he saw me limping right now.
Am I going to regret playing on an injured ankle? Maybe.
Clarence sat down next to me and took his helmet off then squirted some Gatorade in his mouth.
"Do you know it is obvious that you are limping real bad?" Clarence asked.
"Then why am I still playing?" I questioned.
"I wouldn't be surprised if Coach forced you not to play especially the fact you used to play on a injured shoulder last season but managed to play fine." He said.
"I am still going to play and I am fine."
"Man my old teammates back in Atlanta wasn't this fucking stubborn like you."
Clarence played for the Atlanta Braves since his rookie year until he got traded to the Giants this season.
I rolled my eyes at him. "I am not stubborn."
I grabbed my helmet and bat then left the bench. I was about to step into the field until coach stopped me.
"You are limping real bad Sammy you are not playing for the rest of the game so sit down." He said.
"It is just a small limp just let me play." I said.
I know he wouldn't let me play even it was a fucking small ass limp.
He had a look on his face that he didn't want to argue more with me because of this so he sighed in frustration.
"If you get seriously injured this is on you Dylan." He told me.
I nodded and then ran to the batter's box. There is times that I am going to regret doing this and I should had fucking listen to my body and other people as well.
As I hit the ball, I was running to the second base until I felt something popped in my ankle. I fell down to the ground in pain and grabbed my ankle.
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Hospital
"You broke your ankle in three different places so tomorrow you are going to have the Open Reduction Internal Fixation Surgery and the goal of that is to line up your broken bones so they can heal appropriately." The Doctor said.
I nodded and let the Doctor keep talking but tuned out.
All of this could have been avoided if I didn't play and I blamed myself for this.
My season is now fucking over and the only thing to do is deal with it and cheer for my team for the rest of the remaining games including the playoffs as well.
"Any questions?" She asked.
"I don't have any questions." I said but it came out in a slightly rude tone.
"I will be back to check on you or have the nurse to do it." She replied while looking through her files.
I nodded and the doctor left the room then my agent walked inside.
"Sammy just heard the news so what did the doctor say?" Griffin questioned.
I sighed and replied. "Getting surgery tomorrow."
"Well that is a good thing even though you could had not played if you knew your ankle was bothering you." He said.
"I don't really want to talk about this anymore Griffin." I spoke.
"I understand but this is your career, and you are lucky that is not a huge life risk surgery because you will never know if you might have to stop playing baseball forever."
"Retiring at twenty-two is something I don't want to do in my life and that will never be in my mind."
Griffin nodded knowing that he understood what I am saying.
My phone was ringing so I told Griffin to get it for me and see who was calling me.
"It is your mom, do you want to answer it?"
"I don't really feel talking to people right now so maybe tomorrow."
"Okay."
I declined the call and turned my phone off.
"Had any visitors other than me?" Griffin wondered.
"Yeah my coach, teammates and my fiancée who will be back after getting some clothes for me."
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August 27th, 2014
The surgery went well and it was successful but too bad I have to stay in the hospital for two-three days.
Laying in the hospital bed watching tv until I heard the door being opened and it was my mom who walked in.
I quickly hid the engagement ring that was on my ring finger and looked at my mom with a smile.
"Hi mom how are you?" I asked.
"Good how about you?" Mom questioned.
"Just tired and what are you doing here."
Why does every time I say something, it sound so rude?
"Can a mother not visit her son?"
"I mean you can mom because I really don't have any problem with that at all."
"Why didn't you answer my calls yesterday?"
"My phone died so that's why." I lied.
My phone is in the charger right now which she can see but I feel like she knows that I am lying because of the time that she called me yesterday and it is like two in the afternoon right now.
"How are you and Erika?" She asked.
"We are doing great and....." I trailed off. "But yeah everything is going well." I said with a smile on my face.
I wanted to tell her about the engagement but no words about it came out of my mouth.
"Would you be upset if I told you that I told you that I have plans to go to Dad's house for dinner than yours on Sunday?" I asked.
"No I wouldn't be mad." Mom said.
I wonder if she thinks that-nah I know she wouldn't at all.
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3 days later
"It is great to be home." I said as I walked inside the house.
Erika closed the door behind me and both of us sat on the couch while my crutches was on the floor.
"It was really quiet without you here." Erika said.
"Are you saying that I am loud to you?" I joked.
Erika laughs. "You are sometimes."
"Wow but anyway I talked to my mom three days ago." I said.
"About what?" She asked.
I shrugged. "Just some stuffs and no I didn't tell her that we are engaged."
"When are you going to tell her?"
"I wish I knew because I need to find the right time to do it."
