Crack! I heard it. It was as loud to be as a gunshot going off. I felt my elbow pop and I knew, instinctively, that my baseball career was over. My arm hung limp by my side and I remember my head coach coming out to the mound to ask me what was wrong. I had been pitching throughout the entire season with an arm that was barely holding up for whatever reason and this was a moment of my “comeback” after taking 6 weeks off to heal. I couldn’t throw anymore. I could barely even keep my arm by my side. I handed him the ball, walked off the mound, headed into the trainers room and sat there devastated. I would play a couple…