This was my time to shine. My time to prove myself. All those hours of hard work and practice ready to pay off. See, in baseball, kids always see right field as a place where the coach just sticks the worst player on the team. But I see right field as a place of opportunity and a place to prove myself.
In this game, my coach put me in right, as usual. I never get the ball when I'm out there. It felt like no man's land. This started out as any other game, Schenectady at Amsterdam. Back and forth game. Going into the last inning, we were up by one run. But of course Amsterdam wasn't going down without a fight.
I was standing in right watching my team digging us into a hole. I wanted to help but there was nothing I could do seeing that the ball was never hit to me.
Amsterdam was at the core of their lineup and had the tying run on third with only one out. A sacrifice fly or base hit would tie the game. All that was going through my mind was "catch, gun him out." I kept repeating this line in my head, but who was I kidding, no one ever hits the ball out here.
I was standing in the fielder's position, on my toes so i was ready to go wherever the ball went. Our pitcher threw the ball and all I heard was it crack off the bat. I looked up and saw the ball coming my way. I got into the perfect position to catch the ball. The ball comes down, I transfer then to throw.
One problem: When I threw home, I didn't throw anything. I looked back and saw that I had never caught the ball in he first place.
The runner scored, tying the game, and the batter got to second. Later in the inning, Amsterdam laced a single to left and the runner scored from second. I felt like I had let the team down and I started to realize why they say the worst players play right field.