Jacob+V’s+OpEd+Article

The adrenaline is rushing through me. //Stay focused. Don’t mess this up.// Finally I can see it coming towards me. I put in all the power I can and swing. The ball goes soaring through the air. Whether it’s a pop-up or not I don’t care, all I care is getting to first. I hear the crowd cheer as the blue calls out “Safe!”

Everyone has their own form of therapy to get away. To relax. To feel free. It doesn’t matter if it is a game or just plain practice, baseball lets me escape. I don’t have to deal with the argument currently presiding between me and my girlfriend or my sister being the complete drama queen she is. I don’t think about the massive amounts of homework I have to do, when I have to register for the SAT/ACT, or the fact that the AP tests are less than 2 months away.

When I’m out on the field, I can breathe with no worries. Not many people can say they have a place to run away to during troubling times. Not everyone can say they have a set of people to help them be happy or cheer them up. But I guess I’m lucky enough to have those things. Even if I don’t acknowledge it all the time, I am so thankful for baseball. I do complain about baseball all the time but I would never give it up. I have been a part of this team for so long that I consider them family. Baseball is my life and nothing can change that.