Cem Caglayan
American Lit
February 2, 2015
Narrative
The biggest role model in my life is my older brother Emre. We are twelve years apart, which may seem like we are not that close. But i feel we are as close as brothers can possibly be. From my brother is where my love for baseball came from. Emre was a very talented baseball player who played division one baseball at Wofford. There was nothing more i loved to do more than to take the four hour car ride up to Wofford and watch him play. This though one day would end, sadly it came to quick.
It was May 28, 2008 and Wofford and my brother were competing in the SoCon championship on the road to the College World Series. Wofford quickly won their first game against Elon, then dropped their next one to the College of Charleston. Now my brother was one lost away from having baseball taken away from him.
The night before Wofford was scheduled to play a must win game against The Citadel, My family and I went to dinner. We discussed what was going on and joked around. Then the topic of tomorrow could be my brothers last organized baseball game came up. I could tell my brother was not ready to have this game taken away from him. I was wasn't ready to have the privilege of watching my brother play baseball get taken away from me.
So the day finally came, it was a must win game for both Wofford and The Citadel. The game seemed to last for days. Wofford jumped off to a quick lead off a two RBI double by Emre. But The Citadel struck back with a three run home run to take the lead. This is where The Citadel took the momentum and ran with it. They lead eight to two going into the ninth. My brother was scheduled to take his last at bat. So my mom got out her phone, to record this memory that would soon be cherished. Then something terrible happened, the Wofford head coach pinch hit for Emre to allow for another senior to take his last at bat. The realization that i would never watch my brother play baseball again hit me like a bus.
After the game we waited to see how my brother was doing. He walked out depressed with his head down, not wanting to realize the game had just been taken away from him. I rushed to give him a hug because I knew how much this game meant to him. This is something im going to have to face one day. Its something you can't prepare for, one day the game is going to be taken away from you rather your eighteen or forty, it will be taken away from you. So i have taken away from this experience, to truly cherish all the time i have to play the great game of baseball.
American Lit
February 2, 2015
Narrative
The biggest role model in my life is my older brother Emre. We are twelve years apart, which may seem like we are not that close. But i feel we are as close as brothers can possibly be. From my brother is where my love for baseball came from. Emre was a very talented baseball player who played division one baseball at Wofford. There was nothing more i loved to do more than to take the four hour car ride up to Wofford and watch him play. This though one day would end, sadly it came to quick.
It was May 28, 2008 and Wofford and my brother were competing in the SoCon championship on the road to the College World Series. Wofford quickly won their first game against Elon, then dropped their next one to the College of Charleston. Now my brother was one lost away from having baseball taken away from him.
The night before Wofford was scheduled to play a must win game against The Citadel, My family and I went to dinner. We discussed what was going on and joked around. Then the topic of tomorrow could be my brothers last organized baseball game came up. I could tell my brother was not ready to have this game taken away from him. I was wasn't ready to have the privilege of watching my brother play baseball get taken away from me.
So the day finally came, it was a must win game for both Wofford and The Citadel. The game seemed to last for days. Wofford jumped off to a quick lead off a two RBI double by Emre. But The Citadel struck back with a three run home run to take the lead. This is where The Citadel took the momentum and ran with it. They lead eight to two going into the ninth. My brother was scheduled to take his last at bat. So my mom got out her phone, to record this memory that would soon be cherished. Then something terrible happened, the Wofford head coach pinch hit for Emre to allow for another senior to take his last at bat. The realization that i would never watch my brother play baseball again hit me like a bus.
After the game we waited to see how my brother was doing. He walked out depressed with his head down, not wanting to realize the game had just been taken away from him. I rushed to give him a hug because I knew how much this game meant to him. This is something im going to have to face one day. Its something you can't prepare for, one day the game is going to be taken away from you rather your eighteen or forty, it will be taken away from you. So i have taken away from this experience, to truly cherish all the time i have to play the great game of baseball.
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