I was pretty ashamed of myself earlier this week – no not from all the stuff I did at the bachelor party last weekend…though that didn’t help. No, I was ashamed for a different reason. A baseball reason. For a fraction of a second, I found myself having a defeated attitude about our current season.
It’s been a slow start, and the ‘Neds have yet to put a W up in the standings. We have some amazing talent on this team and we put in a lot of offseason work, but for some reason, we just haven’t put a complete game together where our pitching, fielding, and hitting are all in sync. And it doesn’t help that we’re about to play a three-game stretch against some of the best teams in the league. *Sigh*
So on Tuesday evening, for about three-quarters of a second, I thought about mentally giving up.
And just as quickly as that thought entered my head and tickled my brain, not one, but two metaphorical boots kicked me right in the metaphorical ass. What the hell was I thinkin’?
I was so ashamed for allowing that thought to even cross my mind that I immediately went to the gym and ran for a few miles to help build pitching stamina. During that (sweaty, flailing armed) run, I got my head back where it belonged.
When something doesn’t start well, when you find yourself in a hole, when things just don’t seem to be gelling the way you think they should – you have two choices.
Accept it.
Or you get up and you f*cking change it.
Find a way to change it. Claw, scratch, fight, push, kick yourself in the ass, and you find a way.
Those are the traits of true competitors. And that’s what these ‘Neds are.
So, boys, let’s get up. And let’s change it.