Descriptive Essay On Baseball

minutes now and the end was near. My heart is rising and it happens. I had finally decided to play competitive baseball and have decided that I am now on the Midwest Blacksox. Flashback It’s about two years ago and It was my first year with my new team but I hadn’t been fully accepted onto the team. As a team we headed up to the great city of Des Moines, Iowa and we had a ginormous baseball tournament. We had done good so far this year winning many tournaments. As I remember heading up there was a

up! It’s over the fence with the game winning grand slam!” coach Danny Earl yelled. Then everyone ran to the field holding up Luke Rolland all yelling out, “What a hit good job you did it.” The Pangburn Tigers baseball team were heading to Bald Knob for the district finals for baseball. We got there at 9:30 in the morning and our first game was at eleven o’clock. We needed to get there early enough so we can get warmed up and watch the other games. Our game finally started it was earlier that

As we were sitting there, you could feel the excitement running through the stadium. It was the same stadium that we’ve been to many times before. The smell of the hotdogs, the luscious ivy that was in the outfield, and the organ being played. All of the things were the same, but this time everything was different. Everyone knew what was happening. This could be the first time in over 100 years that the Cubs could make the World Series. As the game was getting close to over, finishing the 8th going

The field was a beautiful cut prarie of grass. Gravel was dug to perfection. Both base lines, along with the batters box, were without a flaw. A blue crystal sky was looking over us. It was time to play baseball! This was the championship game between our team and Dell Rapids. Fans took their seats and the game was set to start soon afterward. Coach gave us some final words of wisdom before the game, as he stated, “Boys and keep your heads up, and play hard.” Immediately following, the announcer

There is a diverse collection of baseball stadiums around the nation, and they each have unrivaled qualities that make them home to America’s favorite pastime – a game played on diamonds. But there’s only one ballpark like PNC Park, which is the notable home of the Pittsburgh Pirates. Travel guides and sports writers alike rave about the park’s view of the city skyline and praise their unique selection of sandwiches from an esteemed Pittsburgh restaurant. But what truly sets this spectacle apart

The personal object that I had chose was a baseball. A baseball has a rubber or cork right in the center and then is wrapped in yarn and the covered. In the official baseball rules it would be said that the baseball is with two strips of white horsehide or cowhide, and tightly stitched together. Looking at my object it would seem of some type of hard ball just to throw around, but it has such more of a meaning to it. Its as if your life is in the hands of the ball and you have to throw it with proper

When I first got to my baseball, which was being played in a Major league stadium, I got out of my car they the derator had me head into the tunnel which lead to the locker room. Once I got to the locker room I got my jersey on and laced up my cleats which smelled like garbage can that has sit out to long! Then I went up the dugout and went onto the field to warmup and all you could hear was the crowd cheering and screaming they’re son’s name. After we got warmed up we headed back into the dugout

wanna be anywhere else on this day except the baseball field. Little did I know what would happen that day. It was a Friday too, but for this game I felt good and knew something good would happen or bad. Either way i was prepared for the game. This was a game that would determine if I would start the last home game, so I had to do better. I had to get loose before, like we do for all of our games. The only thing on my mind at that moment was baseball and Fairmont. This was one of the games where

the Houston Astros vs the Los Angeles Dodgers at Dodger Stadium. I expect yelling, beer spilling, obnoxious girls that know nothing about baseball, but they actually don’t, so they yell stupid stuff at the TV, and I expect to see die hard baseball fans that care about this sport. I also predict that the whole bar area was going to be jam packed. Watching a baseball game surrounded by other people that know and love the sport is almost as good as it gets to see it live at a stadium. I’m sure that all

Right now I wish I could go somewhere more interesting to the nerdy game shop down the street. Effortlessly, I glanced over and my torn up gray baseball bag and see a flash of glistering white light (1). I had to quickly make a decision whether to ignore the light or retrieve it. Me being my adventurous brunette head self, I walk over to it. I ripped open the zipper on my bag only to find a folded up piece of neatly folded paper, lint,and a piece of old gum. The paper couldn't have been mine, I