As I layed in my bed on a cold and windy Friday night, i could hear the roar from Fenway park across the street. The Red Sox had a game tonight against their long time rival the New York Yankees. Their games would always be so thrilling and so exciting to be at, i was a young 15 year old boy who like everyone else wanted to be a MLB baseball player. I had always dreamed about playing on that beautiful and playing against those Yankees. Living in Boston mostly everyone here absolutely hates the yankees. I was having a hard time going to bed so i looked outside and was looking at all the people outside walking outside the Ballpark. “I want to play in front of these many people one day.” I started looking up at the sky and the clouds and saw something …show more content…
Means to say he is a very good pitcher. My first at bat CC threw a fastball at 97 mph, i took it for a strike and now i was ready. The next pitch he thought he could sneak another fastball by me and I swung as hard as I could and made great contact and hit it over the green monster that stood high in left field. The crowd went crazy. “DYLAN, DYLAN,DYLAN” Running around the bases was the best feeling ever, I had never thought this day would come. I’ve always dreamed of playing in the MLB and playing for the Boston Red Sox, now my dream has finally come true. This has been the craziest day ever, finishing running the bases and going into the dugout to get congratulated by my teammates and coaches. After the game i went back home and was extremely exhausted from the game. I fell asleep not knowing if my wish would continue forever or stop after today, there was only one way to find out. I closed my eyes and fell asleep. The next morning I woke up and looked outside, there was a sign that said “Series Finale Tonight, watch the Red Sox play against the Yankees and come watch Dylan Ostler hit a couple more home runs. My wish will last
It was the beginning of a new softball season, and I couldn't wait to get out there with my team. At our first practice I remember feeling back at home on the field. Just when I thought this was going to be our teams best season, my parents moved me to a private school. Leaving what I was familiar with was not an easy task, and deciding if I would continue my passion of softball with a different team was even more difficult.
We went down by the players to try to get an autograph, and I was right next to Charles tillman! The person next to me got his autograph but I got a high five. When I sat back down I felt the cold plastic from the seat. The game started and the sun started to come out. The warm rays shined on my side of the stadium so it got a little warmer.
“It was really exciting,” McDearmid said of her home run. “I liked getting it early in the season and it gave me confidence to hopefully get a couple more throughout the season.”
Finally, the ballgame begins, as the Red Sox take field led by the rookie pitcher Jon Lester, who is making his major league debut. Lester is now one my favorite Red Sox players because of this moment. The Red Sox ended up losing the game that day, but for me even though the Red Sox lost, I felt like I was in Heaven. I cherish this moment because it was my first Red Sox game at Fenway. I only get go to one Red Sox game a year if we can afford it. I know to cherish this moment, because to me this day is like Christmas, it only happens once a year. I love going to Red Sox games with Phil because it is time I am spend alone with him. I hope that I can go this year, to go back my baseball heaven, Fenway. To me this experience is important, because it taught me to cherish the moments, and not have regrets.
I stood at the front gate of Fenway park, home of the Boston Red Sox, where the Green Monster stands tall, the year of 2013. As soon as I walked in through the front gate, the warm smell of hot buttery popcorn made my mouth water with comfort. This familiar smell brought me back to the times I went to baseball games with my Dad and grandfather. The spots of spilled soda stains stick and sizzle on the cold hard concrete floors surrounding the stadium. The steam of a freshly boiled hot dog fills my nostrils with delight. A few moments later the umpire had a scratchy voice that emitted through the stadium and announced, “Play Ball”. Then the fans all seated waiting for the game to begin. After a few minutes the 1st inning began and one of the most
It was the bottom of the ninth inning. The score was tied at three. This was the last game in the world series, and it was our last chance to win. I was determined to win the game and bring the World Series championship back to Atlanta.
Yet, the memorable 1960 World Series, with its abundance of bizarre circumstances and unflattering miscues, combined with an assortment of inexplicable managerial decisions, is a story I would never intentionally alter. And because I was able to watch all except two-thirds of an inning from the Yankee bullpen and witness the unfolding of this crazy, but incredible nine-day drama, I hoped to share some of my own insight and personal thoughts about this disappointing period in my life, before any more time slips
Winning 90 games out of 162 and winning the American League West. Texas fans thought for sure this would be our year, this would be the year that the Texas Rangers would win their first World Series. On October 22, 2010, the Rangers led the series 3 to 2. In the sixth game of the series the Rangers lead the New York Yankees 6 to 1. Fifty one thousand fans were on their feet watching as the pitcher wounded up to throw his next pitch. They had two outs and two strikes in the 9th. Neftali Feliz was on the mound for the Rangers. As the ball left his hand and into the catcher’s glove. The umpire called strike three, the whole stadium erupted into a loud cheer. The Rangers had done it, they would be going to the World Series for the first time franchise history. After half a century including 39 seasons in Texas the Rangers were going to their first World Series. I remember sitting in my living room with my family watching the game. My family has been Rangers fans since I have been born. All I remember is screaming, screaming and more screaming and my sister and I were jumping up and down. Even though I was only 9 years old when they won I knew what the game meant and I was so excited. The Rangers had made it to the World Series but they still had to win it. Unfortunately they ended up losing 4 games to 1 to the San Francisco Giants. The Texas Rangers were not done yet because again in 2011 the Texas Rangers won the American League
With seconds to spare I arrived at batting practice and began to prepare for my game. I hear coach call out my name and as I he acknowledged that I was there he told me I was pitching. My brain shifted and went into a whole new mode, I was more focused and more determined than I have ever been. This was the biggest baseball game of my career and I 'm starting on the mound. Honestly it couldn 't have turned out any better, the fate of the pin and my team lied in my hands and I loved the pressure. The pressure made me thrive and before I knew it our team was marching onto the field for the national anthem. During the singing of the national anthem I peeked into the crowd and first row down the first base side was the little boy I met on the cart and his dad sitting right next to him. This game was for that little boy, I needed to impress him. I pitched six strong innings and my team ended up winning the game. It was the most exciting game of my career and the best part was being greeted with the best pin in the tournament after such a spectacular win. The little boy ran out into the middle of the field where we shook our opponents hands and in front of everyone in the stadium handed me the only thing I cared about besides winning. I was in the best mood for the rest of the day and I rewarded myself with a nice long sleep. I could only image what the next day had to
Once I released it, I knew that he was going to hit it. CRACK! It was a 500 foot home run to give them a one run lead. My perfect game was over. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Will hit a triple, and my teammate, Kris, hit a sacrifice fly to center field. It was tied 1-1. Next, our first baseman, Jose Alvarez, hit a homerun for a walk off win! We were victorious! The following day, I received a call from Amaro, saying that he would bring me up to Triple A Lehigh to challenge my game, and that my contract would stay the same, unless I make it up to the Phillies that year. In my AAA debut, I pitched for two innings and allowed eight runs. I felt like I would be sent down to Clearwater again. However, in my next game, I pitched for a complete game allowing just four hits and only one run. Against the Pawtucket Red Sox, I pitched for eight innings, allowing two runs, and only three hits. The next game, I pitched for nine innings, allowing two hits, earning zero runs. The following day, I received a voicemail from Amaro, and he
I was up next to bat, and I was so nervous, I was shaking. My heart was beating ten times the normal speed, and before I stepped into the batter’s box, I anxiously looked down to third base. My third base coach called “timeout” and talked to me on whether or not I wanted to bunt. I had so much pressure on me, but I replied with a “no” because I didn’t feel like I would be able to bunt off this pitcher. So the game resumed, and as I stepped into the batter’s box my heart was beating so fast I thought the catcher could hear it. The pitcher started her wind up I didn’t take my eyes off the ball until I felt it make contact with my bat. As soon as I made contact I ran as fast as I could down to first base, adrenaline rushing through me. My hit went just short of the pitcher’s mound. The pitcher got the ball, and made a bad throw to first base. The umpire called me “safe” and there was an uproar of cheers from the crowd. My hit allowed the girl on third base to advance home, scoring the winning run. My dad was coaching first base at the time, and he gave me a big hug when I was called safe, and my whole team swarmed me with hugs. I felt like I was on top of the
This was the day of my big game, the day where we had to win this lacrosse game. If we didn’t win this game, we would get knocked out of the playoffs. If we didn’t beat Dedham, our season would be over.
The announcer began announcing our team to start the introduction for the game. Since I was the lead-off batter, my name was echoed over the park first. It was at this time that the feeling elevated; the feeling that makes every baseball field so special. As my teammates yelled for me, while I ran to the nearest baseline and faced the crowd, the feeling gave me goose bumps and raised the hairs on the back of my neck. The feeling is so amazing that it will keep me playing baseball for as long as possible because it makes my love for the sport that much more. I can't even begin to explain the complex feeling I get when I walk on a baseball field, but that feeling will always be cherished and hopefully when I pass on my love of baseball to others, they will too understand what that special diamond makes me feel like.
It’s game day in St. Louis, Missouri. The streets are filled with Cardinal fans covered in bright red and navy blue, and here and there are a few of the Pirate fans brave enough to show off their Pittsburgh pride. As my family and I walk down Eighth Street amongst a sea of baseball enthusiasts, tourists, and vendors, I can see the stadium get closer and closer. The burnt reddish brown bricks come into sight, as well as the worn down statues of former St. Louis players.
What is a baseball fan? The word "fan" is an abbreviation of the word "fanatic," meaning "insane." In the case of baseball fans, the term is very appropriate. They behave insanely, they are insane about baseball trivia, and they are insanely loyal.