But my return to baseball was not smooth.When the season rolled around, I was the only junior to be cut from the varsity baseball team.I was sent down to play with the sophomores on junior varsity.I had been playing since age four, and for someone who had spent so much time and effort on the sport, getting cut was humiliating.I vividly remember the day it happened.I sat in my car and cried as I flipped through the radio, desperately searching for a song that would make me feel better.
After a year of self-doubt, I managed to make the varsity team as a senior, but I rarely made it on the field.In total, I played eleven innings of high school varsity baseball, barely more than a single game.
Despite my lackluster high school career, I still believed I could become a great player.And I knew that if things were going to improve, I was the one responsible for making it happen.The turning point came two years after my injury, when I began college at Denison University.It was a new beginning, and it was the place where I would discover the surprising power of small habits for the first time.