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It's the bottom of the seventh inning, two outs, bases juiced up. It's dusk, and the color of the sun has become blood-red in the sky. The score is 3 to 2; I'm up to bat. The first pitch comes so fast that it looks like a blur to me. I take the first pitch, "Ball", says the umpire. I step out of the box and notice my third base coach give me the sign to swing away. With the sky's dark, lingering presence above me, I step back into the box and set my stance, this time the sky seems much closer to my head and much heavier on my shoulders. The pitcher winds up and fires a screaming fastball again right down the plate. As I watch the ball zooming to the plate, I step forward with my front foot and take a powerful swing to break the heavy air surrounding me.
"BANG!" The crack of the ball on the bat makes the whole place scream with excitement. I I knew that ball was going to go far. The ball skyrockets into deadcenter field, soaring higher than I've ever hit a ball before. So high that one could easily mistake it for the bright, yellow ball in the sky. I was on the highway! Driving way over the speed limit with all the windows down, music blasting, engine roaring as I run towards first base. "Weeeee are the championsssss my friendsssssss..." is the soundtrack for the moment when I wave around second base, salivating at the thought of making it a homerun. Keep in mind this is all in slow motion.
"Smack!" Okay my moment of fame has now ended when I look up to see the ball in the glove of the outfielder. That short moment of summer-time, freeway driving just crashed into a mountain and my CD player is broken. Either that, or it is going to skip like a 4-trac cassette because the looks on my teammates' faces of disappointment may be on repeat for a few days.
When I get to back the dugout, expecting blood-red shot eyes of anger from my teammates, I am greeted with congratulations and encouragement. "...And weeeeeeeee'll keep on fiiiiighting, 'till the end!" sang the CD player in my head. Ever since that game, my team and coaches really showed me how to keep my mind positive, not just about baseball, but also about a family related situation.
On a cloudy Saturday morning around 8 in the morning, I had just finished another victory for our club soccer team for the league. While I was jogging off the field I noticed my Dad in an unusually exhausted manner. I ran over to him and asked what was wrong with him. He replied with, "I'm fine son, just tired from work." In the car ride back to my Mom's house, I was really looking forward to my Dad asking me how I played in the game. But what happened in the car ride was complete, udder silence. Maybe it was the clouds in the sky. They were so dense that they absorbed all sounds and soaked up all thoughts so no words could even be spoken. There was definitly a storm brewing.
Once we were finally under a roof, my dad said he wanted to talk to me. "Son...Laura and Jeff (step-mom, step-brother) have left to live in Oregon and left the house empty with only your possessions and my possessions." My body went numb from what my dad told me and I wasn't able to move. A huge amount of pressure was applied on my shoulders, feeling closed in, anger and sadness, just like I felt when the outfielder caught my home-run ball. I couldn't focus on anything else except the image of the empty house and my Dad's empty eyes. They looked just like the blood-red eyes I thought my teammates would have after our loss. But my imagination was was too extreme, because I was easily forgiven after the game ended, and my Dad easily assured me to always push my hardest no matter what obstacle we face as a family, we can always conquer it.