But on this day, at this point in my career, I clung to the faith I had. That my stuff was good enough. That I had succeeded in the past. And that if I consistently gave 100% my chances of success would be high.
Long story short, I got out of the jam with a strike out and an outfield assist (thanks Juan) giving up only 3 runs. Our team battled hard and came back to take the lead 4-3. I made it into the 6th inning that day, and even though we ultimately lost the game, I was reminded of what a little bit of faith (and a good arm in centerfield) can do in times of chaos.
