Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Giving Up 12 Singles: A Lesson In Faith

Standing on the mound in windy Colorado Springs I did something I've never done before. I gave up 12 singles in 5.1 innings, yet left the game in line for the win. The first two innings came and went without much fan fare, scattering a couple hits with a couple strikeouts and holding onto my slim 1-0 lead. Nothing felt discernibly different as the third inning rolled around. It was the same hitters and the same ballpark (if not a couple degrees cooler and a bit breezier). I began the third by attacking the strike zone just as I had done in the previous innings. With the pitcher leading off the inning I had the first out, a weak grounder, in just 2 pitches. After racing to an 0-2 count on the next batter, the tide of the game turned.

I tried to run a fastball under the lefty's hands leaving the ball over the plate just a couple inches. He swung defensively and the sound of the splintering maple could be heard 20 rows up where my wife sat bundled in whatever "cold weather gear" we could rustle up in Vegas. The ball, apparently blessed with 20/20 vision, found a hole past the outstretched glove of my first baseman. I winced, as only a jilted pitcher can, and got the ball back from my infielders. What ensued was pure baseball magic. The next 7 hitters reached base via the single base hit. Pitch after good pitch was capped or jammed into those microscopic vacuums that hitters dream of and pitchers have nightmares about. Broken bats filled the opposing team's dugout trashcan while their players methodically circled the bases one by one. My catcher came out once to encourage me, saying "Keep making good pitches. They can't get lucky all day."After three more singles that traveled a combined 100 feet my pitching coach made the long walk from the dugout. He echoed the catcher with, "Geez. Can't catch a break, huh?" It was at this point that I had a decision to make. I could give in to the self-pity that was brewing inside me, or I could stay the course and keep making pitches in the hope that this inning would end without further damage.

Now it's easy to stand outside of a situation like this and take the high road. The road that makes more sense. The road that shows character and strength. But take a moment and think back to a time in your life where you couldn't seem to get ANYTHING right even though you were seemingly doing EVERYTHING right. Our emotional response is usually much stronger than our rational one. Self-pity seems so justified and a bad result becomes expected. It takes something special to believe the best is still possible. Something not found in the heat-of-the-moment (que the music) but forged in the victories of the past. It takes Faith. The belief in something hoped for. The evidence of things not seen. There have been times in the past where I've given up and given in to the situations. Where i've accepted the sting of defeat before it was sealed. But on this day, at this point in my career, I clung to the faith I had. That my stuff was good enough. That I had succeeded in the past. And that if I consistently gave 100% my chances of success would be high.

Long story short, I got out of the jam with a strike out and an outfield assist (thanks Juan) giving up only 3 runs. Our team battled hard and came back to take the lead 4-3. I made it into the 6th inning that day, and even though we ultimately lost the game, I was reminded of what a little bit of faith (and a good arm in centerfield) can do in times of chaos.

11 comments:

  1. Thanks for the nice read and insight from a ballplayer's perspective. You write quite well. Keep the faith. I liked a lot of what I saw last year from you. While you're not Harvey or Wheeler, you do have talent, so make the most of what you do bring to the table. Keep on keepin' on....Looking forward to your Mets re-debut....

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  2. Awesome Story... it really is all about giving Max effort and Conviction that always helps us pull through. Keep up the Great Work.

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  3. I've got a feeling you'll be eheading to Queens soon. Call it a gut feeling...

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  4. Wow, great writing here Collin. It'd be really cool if more professional ball players wrote blogs like this- always interesting to really get in the head of you guys. Keep up the good work, hoping to see you in Queens soon!

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  5. Nice read, was interesting watching that box score develop... Here's to hoping your babip luck balance out quickly.. and you get some infielders with range behind you at some point soon.

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  6. You vocabulary is as impressive as your arsenal of pitches. Your tone,is a revelation; mastered no doubt throughout the countless portrayals of your pitching mastery. It serves as a lasting memory, in writing form, allowing your readers to gaze into the life of an athelete's climb to the top of a dream. Stopping along the way to leave a trail of lessons learn for fans to follow. Yet in the wake of all of this, I can't help but to appreciate the authentic telling of one person's journey as he tries valiantly to capitalize on his own personal American dream.

    It's captivating, daring, lonely and at times down right melloncolly without being boring or childish. Addictive, yet not habit forming. Charming, yet not overly amusing or even funny....

    Come to think of it, I didn't really like it.

    Bravo young man. Bravo. Remember, high and tight when they're leaning out over the plate, Colin. High and tight.

    Tell Wheeler I said what's up!

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  7. So happy to read this! I've been checking almost every day since your last post. Love your insight, your eloquence. Please keep writing. You have a big fan here in Brooklyn!

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  8. You're up! Welcome aboard! You can only help.

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  9. You looked great last night! Sooo happy to see you with the Mets!

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  10. Good luck in Colorado. We'll miss you around here.

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  11. Good luck in Colorado, Colin. I'll certainly still be following you with your new org, but keep on fighting the good fight, and I'll still be rooting for you (when you're not facing the Mets). Good luck in the future!

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