Personal Writing: Before Stepping Up to the Plate, You Need a Spot on the Team. I was simply devastated. All I wanted since I was a little boy. I thought about giving up, ending it all. Maybe I was not cut out for it. My most precious dream had been shattered with two simple words, “you’re cut.” Of course, Mr. Seabright did not said it like that, coaches never do. I gazed at my glove with a blank stare while he mumbled on about thanking me for my effort and time. It was an uncomfortable situation. So, that was it, I was cut. I would not be able to wear the black fitted hat with the embroidered orange “P.” I would no