Anticipating My Baseball Tryout Had Me Nervous All Day   by Aron Wallad

Anticipating My Baseball Tryout Had Me Nervous All Day

The winter thaw was in full bloom. All I hoped for about from the fall of 1963 to the winter of 1964 was playing baseball. Weequahic High School's baseball season started when it was still pretty cold. Sometime around March 15, 1964 could not have arrived snappy enough. Even if tryouts started outside in the snow, I would have been there. But they started in the gym, because it was too cold for outside baseball. Hey that makes sense.

I recall walking through the corridors of school on that first day of tryouts in a baseball bemusement. I was like a baseball zombie. What would the coach be looking for? do. Would I hit? How would I look? Would I trip over my uniform? Hello. I did not want to embarrass myself. After school was where the phase of the daze turned into the hits and the mitts.

"Lets get going guys." I heard Mr Ginsburg say, as he strolled out of his office. The coach had spoken. It was time to get exciting. My time to show em all what I had.

So I started playing catch. I was so excited to have a glove on and playing ball. The winter is always too long when you long to be playing baseball.

After tossing the pill around for a while it was time to hit. We had no pitching machine so we improvised. Now get this. The gym at Weequahic High had a regular sized basketball court. On both sides of the court there were two more basketball baskets. From each basket a rope was tied that hung to a height of my gut. Attached to the end of the rope was a baseball. Yes the rope went through the middle of the ball and out the other side of the ball. It was my labor to hit the baseball into the mat that was positioned up against the wall, under the basket. The ball hung about two feet from the mat.

I was nervous as I heard the coach tell us what to do. So simple a concept. Hit a ball into a mat. What if I messed up? Would I be cut in less than an hour of tryouts?

Batting was it for me. If I couldn't hit this somewhat stationary ball - I should rest my bat in the bat rack for good. You are kidding aren't you? I hit the ball on the money. The thud it made hitting the mat had everyone in the gym looking at me. Boom. I can still hear the echoes in the gym. My buddies patted me on the back. I was relieved. I passed my first test.

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