Facing My Fear

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Do you have a random fear? Like, a fear that you aren’t even sure why you are afraid of it…you just, well, ARE? I do. Very much. I’m a chicken about one thing in particular, and it is SO RANDOM it may surprise you.

Recently, I was told that I was selected by WAVY to throw out the first pitch at the Norfolk Tides game on the evening of Friday, July 27th. Guess what my fear is? YUP…throwing out the first pitch at a baseball game.

When I got the email, I felt the blood drain from my face. I re-read it. Me? Are you sure? You want me to throw out the first pitch?

Here’s the deal. I LOVE sports. Love them. I have played them my whole life and I love to watch them. I have stepped onto the basketball court for the last three years at Kam Chancellor’s Bam Bam Spring Jam Celebrity Basketball Game and shot hoops with NFL, NBA, and MLB stars. I even scored points all three years! Was I nervous to play in those games? Before the whistle blew, yes. After the whistle? GAME ON BABY.

So why is it that I am terrified (think knees knocking, stomach rumbling) to throw out the first pitch? Is it that during a basketball game I am with a team and on the mound I am alone? Possibly. Is it because when I was little I would have struck out in t-ball if I could? More than likely. You see, baseball has been my nemesis. I love to watch it. I am terrible at playing. If you’re having a bad day, take me to a batting cage and have me swing a bat. You’ll be laughing hysterically by the time we’re done.

When I was younger, I could chuck a basketball from one end of the court to the other. When I threw a baseball, my friends would laugh and tell me I “threw like a girl.” To which I would respond, “Well, I am a girl. How else am I going to throw?”

The night I got the email telling me I was going to throw out the first pitch at the Tides game, I showed it to my husband (he is well aware of my fear and that I have successfully dodged throwing out the first pitch for the last 10 years I have been at WAVY). He looked at me and said, “You’re doing it.”

I glared at him. He politely stared back with a big smile. We stared each other down (we’re competitive like that) until I said, “I. AM. TERRIFIED.”

He said, “I know, but it’s time to face your fear. I’ll help you train!”

ME?! Train to throw a baseball? A baseball. A small, sphere that I am supposed to throw across home plate and into a catcher’s mitt with tons of people watching? The one sport that I have been terrible at my whole life? ME?!

After one more stare down I realized it was time. It was time to get over this random fear. I mean, seriously…I am not afraid to fly in Chopper 10 to get to Harbor Park, but I am afraid to throw a baseball once I get there?

So, I have agreed. I have agreed to take the mound and face my fear head on. As I type this blog, my hands are literally trembling and I can feel my face growing hot, but I am going to do it. I am going to face this challenge like a fierce woman and throw like a girl with pride… and I hope to see you there!

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