The Calling

Weston

A week later and here I am icing my calves. One week of condition and weights and the house is full of men that can barley walk straight.

I've been in bed ever since we got back from the sports facility just thinking. Thinking about what my life has came to. Partying and fucking random girls. It grosses me out.

Not the girls just the fact that I sleep with them and after feel nothing towards them besides I want them out of my sight. I've never loved anyone like that, and had never really had a girlfriend, just stupid flings and random hookups. Maybe the less partying around here will help with that, because I need to stop sticking my dick into everything. I think I use the sex as a distraction. A distraction because I don't know what I am going to do with my life.

I grew up on a farm and I loved it. Maybe not the waking up early to do my chores like feeding the chickens. I wince thinking about the amount of times I have gotten pinched by a chicken.

I love being on the farm though, helping my dad and seeing him work the ranch business that we have has always amazed me. Riding the tractors and seeing all of our land, the crops, and the livestock truly make me happy. It is something I have always had a passion for and I always planned taking over after my father cant do it anymore. As the only child, I knew it was my responsibility in the future but I actually want to do it.

The only thing that has gotten in the way of that was my other passion for baseball. Every since I started in middle school I knew it was something I also wanted to do. I loved pitching the most, not my arm being constantly sore but the adrenaline I get in throwing perfect strikes. By high school sophomore year I was the starting pitcher for varsity, and I already scored two perfect games. By senior season it was now 8 perfect games and I broke all of my schools records including breaking 15 states records and 5 country records. I was blessed with being fast and having good aim that got me many offers all over the country to play college ball. I chose California because it was the best choice and gave me more don't for the MLB.

It was hard though leaving the farm all to my dad to work on by himself. My mom was a big supporter of me though and even though I could tell it saddened my dad to see me go, he was proud of me. My parents tried for many years to have children but lost hope after my moms many miscarriages but finally they had me. My parents are of an older age due to it and I constantly think about my dads health while working on the farm so much.

Now my problem now was what do I choose? I love the farm but I also cant imagine my life without baseball in it. Ever since I started I dreamt about playing in the big league but that could mean having less time on the farm. I already have a couple offers to play for the big leagues from the and the . I haven't accepted any yet because I don't know if this is what I want. I always planned on taking over the house and the ranch but now that baseball is in my life its a hard decision. At least I have a bit more time before I have to make that decision though.

My mom and dad call me almost everyday but lately the calls from them are mom sneaking away to talk to me by herself. My dad is getting weaker and some days is having troubles getting up to run the ranch. Shes scared they have been going to some doctor visits but hopefully nothing is seriously wrong, maybe its just the old age.

I finally got up and headed to Bry's room to make him come out to the yard to play some catch. Its Friday and on Monday we have our first week back of actual field practice. I've been playing catch almost everyday with Bry so my arm stays in shape.

Bry is my roommate and the catcher. We have been a duo since freshman year with almost every game me starting as the pitcher and him being the catcher. He is one of my best friends and knows about my decision with the ranch and baseball. Matt is our second basemen and we also met freshman year with him being another one of my best friends. Hence the nickname I got from him as well, "cowboy".

Our "baseball house" consisted of the 6 of us. Bry and Matty, and then three of the other guys on the team. Logan, Chris, and Patrick were juniors as well as us and we all decided to move in together sophomore year. Our school doesn't have houses besides the frats and sororities so however many years ago it was, most of the upper class men baseball boys have been living here. Its nice as fuck and huge. The guy who owns it, Dennis, played in the major league after he went to school here and he lived in this house before he started renting it off to the baseball players here at the school. We lost all of the seniors last year, a couple of them transferring and others dropping out so now it was our house.

Our house became the spot for a lot of our parties since it's off campus so it was easier to drink and do all the stupid shit we do. But, Patrick a couple weeks ago came to the team and told us that he is transferring to a different school. We have asked a bunch of the other sophomores if they want to take on his rent and move in, but we are waiting till Patrick leaves to move one of them in. I will have to call Dennis sometime this week to let him know about Patrick and that we will be getting a new roommate.

Me and Bry finished up our throwing and headed back inside. I went back into my room and started a hot shower. When I got in there I messaged my calves a bit since they were still hurting and then I got lost into my thoughts about the ranch, I will have to make a visit soon before the season officially starts.