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Message From: madure |
Total Posts: 261 |
Join Date: 06/06/2006 |
| Rank: Coach |
Post Date: 19/07/2006 19:16:55 |
Points: 1355 |
Location: Sri Lanka |
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“Did you give it your best?” he asked as I dragged my feet toward the car. Our college baseball team had just been beaten four to one. I looked up to see a man in a baseball cap with a clipboard.
“I guess so,” was my reply.
“Good. Then you have no reason to hang your head.”
“But we lost,” was all I could say.
“Yeah, that has a way of happening,” he said. “Do you think the other team did their best?”
“They played better than us,” I replied.
“Of course they did. That’s why they won. But then, you guys won the previous three games. And you are batting .355. I wouldn’t call it a bad season at all, would you?”
What was this guy getting at anyway? I always tried my best. My dad had taught me that. He never left anything half done, nor did he ever back out of a commitment or promise. His motto was to give it your all, even if the situation looked hopeless.
The man with the clipboard handed me a business card. It was then that I noticed the World Series ring on his finger. “If you’re serious about always giving it your best effort, give me a call at the end of the season. I’d like to bring you into the majors.”
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