I am sitting in the University of Georgia Baseball Locker room and as I look around I can’t decide what to think about all of it. The whole team is in here, music blasting and my teammates dancing. I’m watching and observing the things around me wondering how I got so lucky to be in this place with all these great guys. In the room there are 4 game systems all hooked up with their own televisions. On the opposite side of the room are 3 couches with a massive television above playing the little league world series. Japan is playing Canada and Canada is winning 10 to 4 in the top of the 6th inning. All the lockers are nice and neat with name tags with our numbers and all have the matching stools in our locker. There are baseballs trailing around …show more content…
I would describe it as a jail cell, the only thing different is there is a big seven letter word written across the wall and it spells Georgia. Although it’s like a jail cell, it’s still considered a "happy place" in the baseball world. It’s like a place where you can go alone or with people and just have fun and escape everything in the outside world. After about an hour coach walks in and says, “We can now use the field.” So now we are all pumped to be at baseball because swinging on the field is the best part about baseball …show more content…
You can see the grass glistening from the rain and the puddles are somewhat dissipating. The field is all set for batting practice, the net in front of the mound with the baseballs in a basket next to them, the mats laid down and coach is standing there. We all have smiles on our face as we start hitting, to make us even happier the music is now on outside and that’s like being at a party to us. We all talk trash but also compete to see who can hit the ball the hardest or the furthest. It makes it more fun when you can see the ball take off once you make solid contact with it and watch it soar off the bat over the fence and off the scoreboard in right center field. There are 11 of us out there including 3 coaches but 2 of them are in the dugout watching us. There are trees in left field behind the fence and they are there to protect the cars in the parking lot from the homerun balls that sneak over the fence. There are houses in right field behind the bleachers but they are too far away for us to do any damage too. There is a big green wall behind the center field wall and it is a batter’s eye, it’s used to keep the sun out of our faces when we are batting. I think it is pointless because I have never seen the sun near there or had a problem with it, but everything has a purpose at the field. You can't go to the baseball field and not be
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When the notion of baseball comes to mind, a feeling of nostalgia and tradition come to me. Many of my feelings and memories originate from my childhood. I remember a beautiful summer day. My dad and I arrived at the baseball stadium to watch the game. We walked up the concrete walkway inside the stadium. The concrete walls and floors made my surroundings drab and grey. Finally, we made it to entrance into the stadium. I came out of the dark tunnels into the bright sunlight. The first thing to catch my eye was the vivid rush of color. Underneath the fluffy white clouds and their deep blue canvas, I could look down and see players in vibrant red and blue uniforms warming up for the game. The well-watered grass on the field was a brighter green than any other grass I had seen. The outfield seemed to be so perfect. It appeared that each blade had been cut by hand. The edge of the infield, where the dark, watered-down dirt met the intensely green grass was a precise and well-defined contrast. We sat down and I took in my surroundings. There were men walking up and down the stairs selling various concessions. They had peanuts, beer, soda, ice cream, popcorn, and many other tempting treats. The players soon finished their warm-ups and the crowd became frenzied with excitement. The game was about to start.
The current trend in baseball park construction is a retro design, reminiscent of the early years, combined with modern technology. This trend, dubbed “The Construction Era” by Frank Deford of Sports Illustrated, is prominent in three new American League parks: Oriole Park at Camden Yards, Jacobs Field, and The Ballpark at Arlington. The current idea for ballpark construction is to locate the retro style parks in the heart of urban areas. The whole movement was initiated by the construction of Oriole Park at Camden Yards, and it’s radical new design concept.
Baseball is a unique game in which, though it is a team sport; it consists fundamentally on individuals and confrontations between those individuals. From the moment the pitcher gets his sign from the catcher, comes set, and delivers the pitch, it's all between the pitcher and hitter. Present are many fielders in set and ready position on the field, base runners creeping off their bases, and players and coaches watching from the dugout, but during those few seconds, baseball evolves into a two player game. Likewise, on nearly any play - a fly ball, a ground ball, a popup, etc. - all the attention is focused only on the fielder and perhaps the base runner that he will attempt to throw out. Every play that is, except for the squeeze.
It was two hours before our anticipated game against Manitou Springs, the second ranked team in the state. As I walked through the brick arches I heard nothing but honking traffic from blocks away. I got an eerie feeling when I saw all the smoke coming out of industrial factories, and noticed that no one else was there; I felt like I was in a ghost town. Our team started to go on to the field that we would be playing on to observe the differences in it. As I walked through the gate leading to the field, I was awestruck. It seemed as though this field was the only place in this strange neighborhood privileged enough to receive light from the blazing sun; standing on the field made it seem as though the creepy town had disappeared. The feeling overwhelmed me as I saw the flawless grass outfield and th...
Dodger Stadium is one of the most iconic Landmarks in America. It is the home to one of the most popular MLB team’s, The Los Angeles Dodgers. This highly acclaimed structure was built in 1962 and is home to many people’s favorite place on earth. From the L.A freeway to the illustrious skyline, the travel to Dodger stadium is a ride you won’t forget. Walking through the gates and into the stadium is a surreal experience that will leave you with nothing but a smile on your face. In the moments after walking through the gates you are greeted with the smell of Dodger dogs and soft pretzels. Your eyes will lay upon a sea of people in blue hats and jerseys. You will hear the sounds of hollering, cheers, screaming, booing, and a beautiful
I chose this piece because it’s the beginning, the reason why baseball got started. Also because I am learning about a sport that began so early and evolved into a major league sport. Many people find baseball can be boring because it is so long, its nine innings and that can last a while. The way the sport is, it is set up in a way that when your favorite team is winning, you tend to forget about how long the actual game is. This first inning takes place as early as the 1800’s and going into the 1900’s, explaining who started baseball. One interesting fact that I took heed to be the fact that baseball was not called “baseball”, it was actually called “base”, the game of ball.
I see young boys playing baseball the team in green is pitching and in blue they are batting. There are bleachers that have many spectators, the majority in ball caps. The weather is windy outside but warm with direct sunlight form the crystal clear blue sky. Several parents are standing shouting and cheering. One parent is upset with the out call from the umpire later she is clapping over a call the umpire makes. I view the pitcher and the catcher communicating through hand gestures. The pitcher of the green team throws ball up and pats against left glove two times before each toss. I see cars parked everywhere and people coming and going. The birds are singing and picking up sunflower
The historical Fenway Park has long made baseball fans feel a sense of nostalgia as they enter the famed venue that has seen the likes of Cy Young, Ted Williams, and Carl Yastrzemski grace the field with their greatness. Just like football has Lambeau Field and basketball has Madison Square Garden, baseball has Fenway Park, a place that oozes with historical significance of one of America’s favorite sports. I have had the privilege to witness a ballgame in this magnificent stadium and the experience was one I will remember for the rest of my lifetime. The atmosphere created by the organization generated a unique aura that combined historical attributes with modern elements perfectly. The Boston Red Sox are trying to provide their fans with
I looked forward to games, since I had played about every inning from Little League through sophomore year, and that became the status quo. So, in my junior year, at the start of the varsity season, with the snow from the long New England winter finally melted, I was ready. There was a senior who was already a skilled first baseman, but the cleats were on, my glove was ready. I had worked hard in the off-season, done well in practice and intra-squad scrimmages and looked forward to showing off my skills. On Opening Day, I sat. Then the next game, I sat. And so it began, the out-of-my-control waiting. Glancing over to first base, a range of unfamiliar emotions washed over me. Watching my team struggle defensively and offensively, with seemingly every ball going into the opposing mitt, while bright yellow numbers ticked up onto the visitor’s part of the scoreboard. I could only wait. Emotions of confusion, bitterness, and anxiety consumed me. The season wore on: another bus ride, another game, another
The sights at a game are awesome. The grass fresh cut and Kelly green. The dirt soft, silky, and perfectly combed. The stadium filled with faces and camera flashes, the players warming up before the game in hopes of winning. There are people walking up and down the isles selling hot dogs, peanuts, and cotton candy. All these are wonderful sights at a baseball game.
In Major League Baseball, stadiums can affect the game dramatically by the size and by the way the dirt is laid out and how the weather is as well. The baseball teams and players can be affected by this in their major life physically and mentally. Major League Baseball is a prominent organization in our daily life. The game is very important for most people. The game is a lifestyle to people as well. Baseball has changed over the years. For instance, Pete Palmer states, “The way baseball is playing right now is completely different from the past” (Palmer, summary, 2014). A very helping part of baseball are baseball stadiums. For example, ballparks of america says, “... ballparks are amazing, they help us play” (ballparks of america, summary,
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
Than we marched through the complex until we reached the most famous park in the whole complex. Double-Day field, one of the nine fields that make up cooperstown dream parks. It only hosts one game on it per tournament, the championship game. As I walked in along side my team I get a strong gust of the fresh cut grass, I feel the energy in the stands, and I can clearly hear the cheers from every individual player in the crowd. Everyone eventually settled in and before we knew it skydivers bearing flags parachute into the stadium. Photographers ran cross the field as fighter planes shot across the sky. It was our first look at what being a professional athlete would be like. The complex had a set dress code and expected much more from us than we have ever been expected to do. The parents weren 't even allowed by the barracks; we were living on our own for the first time. To me Cooperstown was my first real step in becoming a grown adult, as it was for everyone else
Solitary confinement is a method of punishment which isolates the prisoner from any human interaction. Its purpose is to deter the prisoner from acting out. Giving oneself time to think and correct their actions. However, this cruel and inequitable sanction does more harm than good towards the prisoner, if any. When a prisoner is placed in solitary confinement they are challenged physically and mentally. They are caged in 24 hours a day with only limited interaction from the prison guards. The prisoner is left alone, detached from the world. This can cause a negative effect on the prisoner's mental state. The prison writings of Charles Dickens “Philadelphia and its Solitary Prison, from American Notes” and Kate Richards O’Hare “Crime and Criminals”
One diamond, four plates, nine players, a sweaty uniform, cleats, a bat, and a ball are the only things I’ve dreamt of since my first baseball practice when I was three years old. I remember the way it felt to smack the ball off of the tee and have everyone in the stands cheer and scream for me as I ran for first base as fast as I could and never wanting to leave the field even after it had gotten dark outside and all the field lights had been shut off. Baseball has been all I’ve ever wanted to do with my life from the very beginning. I can’t imagine doing anything other than eating, sleeping, and breathing the game of baseball. So when people ask me, “What are your plans after high school?” all I’ve ever known myself to say back was, “I’m not sure but it 'll have something to do with baseball.” With this being said, I have decided to be a baseball coach so I can pass down the knowledge I have for the game I love so much to people younger than me that love it just the same as I have and still do.