Minutes go by as I sit just waiting for my name to be called from a doctor when I finally hear, “Zach Ramirez!”. The time on the clock ticks away as I get examined and wait for the first diagnosis, which is a sprain of my foot, but I had a feeling it wasn’t just a sprain.
After weeks of being on crutches and pain medication, it just doesn’t seem to get better. My mom schedules an appointment with a foot doctor to get my foot checked out again. When the results come back as a broken bone the room goes silent until the doctor breaks the news that everybody feared was coming, “No physical activity for at least 6 weeks until the bone fully heals.” The Joey Berthcsi Tournament is only three weeks away, so unless a miracle occurs, I will be on the sidelines.
As the weeks pass by, all I can do is walk around in my boot the foot doctor gave me. When the weekend of the Joey Berthcsi Tournament arrives, I’m still not able to play with my team. I stood with my team for the National Anthem before the game on the bright green grass of the baseball field with the wind blowing against our backs. Game after game all I can do is cheer on my team from the bench, unable to help them in