As a high school senior at Archbishop Wood, I put up good numbers. I was an invited walk-on to Middle Tennessee State, and admittedly, thought I was a little better than I actually was. I was treated to a rude awaking the first week of fall practice/tryouts as soon as I stepped foot on the field in Murfreesboro, TN. As I watched the other pitchers on the staff throw their bullpens, and consistently sit at 86,88, and 90 mph with their fastballs, I was curious to see where I was at...Boy, did that hurt. I was sitting between 78-82 mph as a lanky right-hander, with no movement on my fastball, no breaking ball, and no change-up. About two weeks in, I called my father, and we had a conversation that I'll never forget. "Dad," I said, "I can't do this. These guys are way better than I am, I'm getting demolished every day at practice, I think I need to come home." His response wasn't exactly what I was looking for at the time. He said, "Well son, you decided to go there, and you said this was what you wanted. If you still feel the same at the end of the year, we'll talk about it. For now, you're just going to have to suck it up and figure it out." I don't think he could've given me a better statement than that. At the time, with my confidence in the tanks, I didn't want to hear it, because what did he know? I was 17, and I knew everything about everything. For probably the only time in my teenage years, I followed his advice. I sucked it up, and went to work at a feverish pace with one of my teammates, in the gym, on the field, and off the field.
At that point, I did anything and everything in my power to take control of my mental approach and work ethic. I found a book, literally in our locker room, called "The Mental ABC's of Pitching" by H.A. Dorfman
That summer, it FINALLY clicked in my third appearance of the season. My mechanics FINALLY came together, and my fastball was into the mid-upper 80's, with a curveball that I'd never seen come out of my hand. From that point on, I never regressed with my confidence, physically or mentally. After a great fall at MTSU, I decided to transfer to Temple with an amazing opportunity to get my college education for next to nothing, as well as pitch a lot of innings for the Owls.
The point to all of this, is to excel at anything in life, we must be willing to do whatever it takes to attain that goal. Excellence is not due to someone's "genetic code." Excellence comes from a combination of attitude, work ethic, and the will to go further than anyone else in your field. I recently finished reading "Bounce" by Matthew Syed
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