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| So, after months of going hard every day in practice, I still was not able to earn playing time in the coaches eyes, so my emotion went from frustration to anger and then to the final stage, despair. | |
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| I had enough. My attitude was terrible with coaches, other parents, players. I got so down that the only other natural thing to do was quit. | |
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| So you quit your senior year! You told me that I can never quit. | |
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| Your Nana and Pawpaw didn’t let me quit. | |
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| What’s the point of continuing to try if nothing you do works? I just want to go back to you coaching me during Spring/Summer/Fall club ball where I know I'll get better. | |
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