It was on a hot summer day in June, 2015. I was getting ready to be traded to the Mets baseball team in New York. "And the Mets last pick for the 2015 baseball season is Aaron Matthews!" The announcer said over the microphone. I couldn't believe it, my dream is finally coming true. I went up on the stage and shook hands with the head coach of the Mets, Terry Collins. "Pleasure to have you on our team son." Terry said to me. I froze for a minute in utter shock that this was actually happening. "Thank you sir." I finally said. I walked off stage and sat back down in my chair. "First practice is tomorrow morning at 5 o'clock, don't be late!" Terry said. Everyone cheered with excitement.
It was 5 o'clock and my alarm went off. I've never been so happy to wake up at 5 o'clock on a Saturday morning. When I arrived at the field the rest of the guys were already there. I picked up my mitt and ran to the outfield. "Some place huh?" A voice said from out of nowhere. I looked to where the voice came from, it was a skinny guy with red hair. I nodded my head. "Yeah, it's amazing." I said. "You're Aaron right?" "Yeah, who are you?" "Thomas O'hara, but you can call me Tommy." He answered and shook my hand. "Nice to meet you." I said. He smiled. "You too mate." He said. Suddenly the whole stadium went quiet and everyone stopped what they were doing and looked to the dugout. Out walked Coach Terry. "Nice to see you boys again." He said. "As you all know last season we were 90-72 last year so I'm hoping to beat that this year, got it?" Everyone nodded. "Now I don't want any slackers on this team. We hand picked all of you from different states and countries, you're here for a reason." Everyone nodded. "Who's ready to play ball?" everyone cheered with excitement.
We all started with throwing grounders and pop ups back and forth to each other for an hour then we moved on to practicing our pitching and batting while Coach Terry corrected us ever so often. Then we did the one thing that kills me the most suicides. I hate doing suicides, I feel like I'm back in high school being punished for doing something wrong. "Keep going boys!" Coach Terry yelled. We ran a couple more times then we finally stopped and all gathered in a circle on the ground. "How do you boys feel?" Coach Terry asked. "Good." Everyone collectively said. I honestly felt like I was dying. "You're going to sleep good tonight that's for sure." Everyone laughed. "You boys are dismissed. See you back here again tomorrow morning at the same time." Everyone nodded and headed towards the parking lot. As I was walking toward my car a saw a skinny brown-haired girl talking to Coach Terry. When she stopped talking to Coach Terry she hugged him and walked away. Who is she? I asked myself. As I watched her walk away she looked at me and smiled. I smiled back. "Don't even think about it." Tommy said out of no where. "Shit man!that scared me!" I yelled. "Sorry mate, but that's Coach Terry's daughter. Stay away from her." Thomas explained. "I'm not looking to bang her I was just.." Thomas cut me off. "just what? Staring at her?" I rolled my eyes. "I'm leaving." I said and got into my car. "All I'm saying is that if you're looking to get with her you might as well forget about baseball."
