Stepping up to the plate, you get in your stance; you imagine whacking the ball over the outfield fence and winning the game. The crowd cheers and you are the hero. This is every baseball player’s dream. In reality, it ends as a base hit. This however was never me. I was not any good at playing and as season after season passed, it became ever more disheartening. After moving from team to team and never getting any playing time, I had finally had enough. After several years of not being capable to become “good” at playing baseball, I finally gave up. It was not an easy decision since I loved this sport too much to let it go. I finally found a solution. I would attempt to officiate. Unlike when I played, I was actually decent at umpiring. There is a certain instinct one must have to accurately call the game and I possessed it. As the seasons passed by, I proved myself to my supervisors who started to assign me to higher-level games. I flourished and soon got phone calls from the head umpire who assigned me post-season games. It was easy to thrive when surrounded by…show more content… These umpires know what they are doing. They were Division One colligate umpires and one is an instructor at the Henry Wendelstedt Umpire School (one of two schools that train MLB Umpires). I left my ego at the door and strapped on my boots, I was going to improve myself this week. Going in I knew I was good but I knew I was not perfect and was determined to advance my skills. Within an hour into the camp, I found that I did not know as much as I thought, I was not as good as I thought. This first night opened my eyes to how much I do not know but this is a good thing. It really means that I have much more opportunities to further my knowledge than those who know “everything”. Over the duration of the week, I improved myself more than I could ever
