Creative Writing: Citi Field

Around first grade, Ramaz Lower School took a trip to a Mets game. The roar of the crowd nearly deafened me, but I’d never felt more alive. The crack of the bat was addictive and the general camaraderie in Shea Stadium was intoxicating. Within the first three innings, I knew I’d found something special. After the game, my classmate, Jack, came up to me with claims the Mets were the best team ever and the Yankees “sucked.” Naturally, I became a die-hard Yankees fan.

After that second Philly loss, the Cubs were 84-60 and the Mets had pulled ahead at 85-57. The Mets would not look back. The Cubs' eight-game losing streak finally ended the next day in St. Louis, but the Mets were in the midst of a ten-game winning streak, and the Cubs, wilting from team fatigue, generally deteriorated in all phases of the game. The Mets would go on to win the World Series. The Cubs, despite a respectable 92-70 record, would be remembered for having lost a remarkable 17½ games in the standings to the Mets in the last quarter of the season.

First, I walked through the gates and smelled the great food and could see the amazing field. Then, we had to find the suite where my friend’s dad’s business had bought for their employees for the game. We had to climb a ton of stairs to get to our seats because they were way high

Going to a game in Fenway is a smorgasbord of delightful feelings. Even the walk up to the ballpark is some thing to behold. Walking with hundreds of passionate fans, all decked out in their red sox T-shirts, jerseys, and of coarse that iconic navy hat with the red B on it. I feel like I belong there with this organized group of strangers. There is such a since of family as I see people from the “T” car I was on and chatted with. A few hundred yards ahead I could hear a “Lets Go Red Sox” chant as people around me began to join in

Morales had to be strong as Adam Polansky matched him, pitch-for-pitch, through the first five innings. He allowed one unearned run and two hits before Altamonte Springs broke open the game with five runs. His pitching line was not indicative of how well he pitched, and he took a tough loss.

Deacon Liput singled with one out in the second, bringing up Mike Rivera. Florida’s designated hitter watched a strike, stepped out of the box and gathered his composure. Carlton set from the stretch but let a changeup float high.

While I felt as if we would lose, I still wanted to try my hardest to change that outcome. I played my hardest at Shortstop and was able to get two of the three outs by a double play. Sadly that play had come at the expense of a run from their team. The last batter from their team was struck out and we headed back to get ready and bat. The crowd kept supporting us through the bad calls from the umpire and the strikeouts even to this point. The team was motivated and ready to take this game and head to finals with my morale boosted I got ready to cheer my team on

The Red Sox won! It was a super close game. The final score was 2-1 in the Red Sox Favor over the Cubs. Carl Mays did so good. He pitched the whole game and only gave up the one run. The Red Sox scored two runs early in the third inning and did not score again the rest of the game. The Cubs put the pressure on scoring a run in the 4th, but they didn't manage to get another run across the rest of the game. Something awesome happened in the top of the eighth inning though. The Red Sox brought Babe Ruth in to play Left Field! I was so excited to see him walk on the field. He didn’t get to hit, but it was just great to see him walk out on to the field and get to be out there. After a long day, it feels really good to be going to bed a fan of the

Balls were hit, strikes were swung, and outs were cast. One and two and three, and as fast as the inning began, it ended. Those who spectated cheered, and others who watched booed. The home team who was defending now attacked, but just as swift as those before them, they were struck down, only ever hitting their mark once. When the Dodgers reached the plate again, fortune was struck, along with the ball, and away it was sent, beyond the green field of contest, and the enemy team cheered loud and full, for they were ahead in the struggle. The outs continued to add up, and innings continued to be completed. Through a sacrifice of a hit, a run was finally scored for the Giants. Furious exclamation came from the stadium, filling the air with the cheers of the onlookers, but short lived was this joy, for in just the next inning the Dodgers stole back their domination of the field. Before the game was almost finished, only two outs before the Giants were crushed, they swept back with a glorious score which made the onlookers even more feverous than before. With this score, the game was extended further, so a victor could be

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

Walking into the stadium, was like a kid walking into a candy store for the first time. It was incredible, from the field to the seats, I loved it all. I was amazed at the size of the field in real life. I couldn’t believe it, I was actually there. We took our seats and waited for the game to start. I sat in the seat that my Poppy had always sat in. He had died almost 2 years earlier and sitting in his seat made me feel more connected to him. The game started and that crowd was electric. Being around other fans made me even more excited and energized. Adding to that feeling even more, was the fact that the Patriots won 55-31.Throughout the game, I kept looking up, down and around to fully absorb the environment around me. It was one of the greatest experiences of my

Josh Donaldson grounded (more like blooped) a fielder’s choice to second base when Odor misplayed the ball, allowing Pillar to score and tying the game.

Finally the game started and we played well and so did they. The game was close the whole way threw and we came to the final inning tying them. We were the home team so we got to bat last. Two of the three outs

The pregame music felt as if it was vibrating and bouncing off of our bodies and the smell of food was circling the entire stadium. Walking down the flights of stairs to get onto the playing surface was a moment I will never forget. The atmosphere was incredible. Since we were early to the game, we were able to see both teams warm up and go through their pregame rituals. Also, during that time, we were able to take pictures, talk to other people, socialize, and enjoy leisure time with the coaches. At kickoff, we headed to our stadium seats to watch and enjoy the game.

While the city was healing, baseball was a distraction to keep everyone calm. The Red Sox are a way of life in Boston and this could help fans in sorrow and pain. The team returned home on April 20th, for a series against the Kansas City Royals. The day before the game, first responders and the volunteers to the terrorist attack met in front of the Green Monster to help roll a massive American flag. The next day, there