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 …show more content…
I looked through the crowd of people in my row all dressed out in their home spirit team. The bloody red color of the B spelling Boston on the jerseys with the ketchup stains on the fans shirts. Compared to the field of precisely cut grass, so green and handled with care. The sand finely grained, wetted and pearly white paint coats the sand connecting the bases together. Each base is dusted and cleaned so that even those in nosebleed seats can recognize the famous bases that get used for stealing and home runs. I watched as the players marched out on to the field with only pure testosterone that drives them. The first pitch of the game struck the catcher's mitt like a bullet; I can hear the ball whistle in the air striking the tough fibers of the leather brown mitt. It was a strike; both teams were evenly matched, this final game would decide who would win the pennant. The St. Louis Cardinals held pride being on top of their division. The game went on into overtime Both sides were exhausted with sweat rolling down their faces and adrenaline pumping. The Red Sox were the last to bat before the game would come to an
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.
On an unusually warm, November morning, Dad and I waited for a train to Chicago to attend the 2016 Cubs World Series Parade; I was thrilled to finally get close to the Cub players and the World Series trophy. Little did I know that seven million people were also attending the parade that warm November day. During this adventure my dad and I got to know each other and became super close.
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 Great War rages on. An influenza epidemic claims the lives of several Americans. But, the Boston Red Sox have done it again. Last night, in a 2-1 victory over the Chicago Cubs at Fenway Park (thanks to Carl Mays' three-hitter), the Boston Red Sox won their fifth World Series championship--amid death and disease, a reason to live ... Babe Ruth and the 1918 Red Sox. If I die today, at least I lived to see the Sox win the championship. For, it could be a long, long, time before this happens again.
The text, “A Ballpark Louder Than Its Fans,” by Michael Kimmelman was written in the April 2012 New York Times, recently after the Marlins new stadium was put into service. It was written to describe the new stadium in detail and explain its purpose for being built the way it was. Kimmelman describes the unique stadium with colorful language befitting the bright building. After reading the article, it is easy to see that Kimmelman offers an insightful view of the interesting new stadium and how it should not be overlooked.
Baseball is one of the world's greatest sports and is played almost everywhere in the world. It is also one of the most historic games. The main historic part of baseball deals with the ballparks, the cities, and the teams that have been around for such a long time. Then you have the one and only Fenway Park, home of the Boston Red Sox. Fenway Park is the longest standing and is still being used of all the Major League ballparks in the United States. Throughout the 100 years of Fenway Park's existence it has been built, named, burned down, rebuilt, and a whole lot of adding on to the ballpark.
It’s a beautiful spring day in the Bronx and Natalie a 26 year old , 5’6”, brunette with piercing brown eyes is standing in line waiting to enter the stadium to watch a great clash against New York and their rival the Boston Red Sox. She can hardly contain herself. Her companions are laughing at her enthusiasm. Natalie Summers love for baseball comes from many years of being brought to the games by her mom, because of that she has become the ultimate fan. The tickets were a Christmas gift from her mom.
The marlins park was one of the most unforgettable day of my life. For, I am going to be talking and explain does day could never be forgotten. First and foremost, I was waiting for the construction for the new stadium. Second, the first time that I when with my mom and dad to the new Marlins park. Third, the time that when with my brother to the stadium. above all, this are the most important reason at Miami ballpark.
Through our exploratory interviews we have found a couple unique trends that seem to be relational to both of our interviewees. Based on the questions, answers, and conversations, we have gained a valuable amount of incite on motivations and themes that seem to underline the Fenway/Red Sox experience for college students.
There is nothing that I love to do more than go to a Chicago Cubs game. My family and I usually go to one every year now. It is my favorite time of the year. There are so many great things about Wrigley Field, from the beautiful field, to the delicious tasting food, all the way to Wrigleyville.
While debating where we should host the 2028 Summer Olympic Games there were a lot to take into consideration. Some areas we had to consider, the population, demographics, finance, stadium access, transportation and reasons why we want LA to hold the Olympic Games. We have decided The Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum would be our main stadium while it can hold 93,607 people and there are other stadiums close by where we can hold smaller events such as the Staples Center, Dodger Stadium, and Rose Bowl Stadium which holds 92,542 people. These stadiums have been established for many years now are are still being used today which concluded they will not be white elephants after the Summer Olympic Games. Having more than one large arena can decrease
“Mmmmmmm.” The smell of the hot dogs linger in the air as I stroll into the Riverside Baseball Park for my evening game. I was greeted by my teammates as I found myself dropping my things off inside the dugout. The bountiful bags of sunflower seeds filled the bench as sat down to get on my baseball cleats. I grabbed my cap and was ready to head on to the field.
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.
I have watched a lot of baseball matches in my life but the first time I went to see a baseball match will always be an important moment in my life. Since I was a kid I have been watching baseball matches on the TV but watching the game on TV it is nothing compared to witnessing an actual baseball game. It was on a cold night in the month of December; I was eight at that time and I had never been to an actual game so I was excited at that moment. As we approached the entrance of the stadium my excitement grew to the point that I could feel shivers running down my spine. At that moment, I was about to witness the event that was going to mark me for the rest of my life. Even today I can still remember the stadium, the atmosphere of the park,
I emerged from the on deck circle and walked leisurely up to home plate, eyeing down the pitcher. My old, torn up black cleats were a shovel as they buried deep into the batter’s box and my lustrous metal bat was like a broom as it swept the brown, powder-like dirt off home plate. One of my teammates was on second base and the game was tied at three to three in the final inning of the game. All I needed to do was hit the runner home for my team to win the championship, but the smoky heat shooting off my blue uniform and the glare of the orange sun blinding my brown eyes were preventing me from doing so. I looked to my coach in the dugout and he touched his elbow, then his knee, signifying that he wanted me to swing the bat. In the background above the chants of the noisy crowd, I heard my dad scream, “Wait for your pitch Mike!” It all came down to this. It all came down to this.