Running head: NARRATIVE ESSAY
Western Governors University
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I have never been fond of fluorescent lights. Their low almost inaudible hum, their constant
flickering, and how they seem to bathe the room in a bluish/purplish hue, always seemed to put me on edge. I always tried to be the first one to arrive, and I usually was. Sitting alone in the empty conference room always seemed almost alien to me, even though I had been there many times before. Perhaps it was the anticipation of the upcoming work that caused it, or my body's self defense mechanism releasing adrenaline before the upcoming verbal ...view middle of the document...
Tim was fairly young for
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his position in the organization. He had spent many years playing professional baseball, and even at the age of 54 he looked as if he could still go out and play tomorrow. Tall and athletic with a square jaw straight out the comic books, the only thing that truly denoted his age was his salt and pepper hair. Reaching into my bag I pull out copies of my findings for the players and began to distribute them. Tim, peering over his glasses that were pulled down to the end of his nose, "What did you do, write us a damn book?". It's their job (and mine) to not only find fault but to also tactically poke holes in each person's opinion on our own players. I had decided that if I truly wanted to get noticed, I needed to not only present my findings to everyone in the meeting, but essentially do their jobs for them. I had figured, any player that I was responsible for evaluating would get every chance of being noticed by this organization through me. I was metaphorically going to go to bat for every person that is assigned to me. After my presentation, I sat back down as we continued around the room receiving handouts on other players. We then moved on to the upcoming player draft in July. This was the toughest part of the meetings for me, trying to translate scouting reports on players that were not even old enough to legally drink.
Looking at something that a scout has written to try and get a mental image of how a player plays is exceedingly difficult. The binders being passed out to each person in the room are thick royal blue team binders, filled past capacity with scouting reports. I grab mine off the desk and lean back in my chair, preparing for the arduous task of staring at scouting reports for the...