April 6, 2020

My last day of high school -on March 13th- was the weirdest moment of my life. All around me, there was such a mix of emotions. I always knew that I would be sad when high school ended. So many of my friends, my teachers and my classmates I would probably never see again. I knew that it would be a bittersweet farewell, but, that day, I felt fear. The same fear I felt as I rode to the emergency room at the beginning of my junior season. It couldn’t really be over, could it? 

Even though school was closed, to us on the baseball team, it wasn’t over. We couldn’t accept that. Before the governor put a stop to nonessential excursions, we met every day. We went to the gym, we played catch, we took batting practice. It felt like any day the season would start again. We never stopped working, and we were in midseason form even though it was early. This was fitting, as it felt like we were picking up right where we left off last year. 

Soon it became clear that this would not just be a two week extension of spring break. At first, we hoped we might just lose our first two games. Then we lost our spring break trip. Then the Indianapolis tournament. 

Then I was left, sitting at home socially isolated under a shelter in place order, hoping that I hadn’t played my last game as a Huskie. On April 3rd, my worst fear became a reality when the MHSAA cancelled the 2020 spring sports season. 

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