How To Write A Baseball Descriptive Essay

Ever since I could remember, I have always had a great interest and love for the game of baseball. As a kid, I would spend countless hours in the backyard with my grandfather, or even by myself, tossing, hitting and fielding a baseball. When I wasn't in the yard pretending to be Nomar Garciaparra I would watch the Boston Red Sox games on TV with my Grandfather.  Even in my early adolescence, as impatient as most are, I had the patience to sit there and watch the Sox.With my eyes glued to the screen with a look of anticipation fixed on my face ready to mimic my grandfather with the excitement of a home run hit or the frustration of Mo-Vaughn striking out. Call me crazy, but I was addicted, even as a young boy, to Boston Red Sox baseball.

To play the game of baseball you have to be in great physical shape. You also need to have an exceptional amount of

I have been playing baseball on and off sense I was 7 up until my junior year of high school and I enjoy attainting and watching Baseball games has a hobby.

My breakfast started to creep back up my throat as game time got closer and closer. I walked across the patch of grass behind home plate and was towered over by the 30 foot backstop with a huge net suspended from it. My bulging bag of equipment was beginning to make my shoulder hang. I walked down the steps into the cement dugout and placed my bag under the bench that spanned the entire length of the dugout. I sat down, laced up my cleats, and put my warm-up jacket on in preparation for batting practice. I stepped onto the grass surrounding the dugout to get the feeling of how wet the grass was. I dug my cleats into the grass and began my usual routine of taking certain practice swings as I gazed upon the press box in the wake of the backstop. Preceding the burn in my forearms, caused from the practice swings, I marched behind the dugout to the rows of batting cages to wait my turn in line. Pacing back and forth I knew I had to keep my nervousness to a minimum. I popped in a wad of Big League Chew and continued to

Everyone darts back to the dugout for the bottom of the seventh. I know I am the third hitter, so I get my helmet and gloves out of the cubby hole on the left side of the dugout. I grab my favorite green and black Easton bat. The first batter hits a solid double to get on. The next batter walks up to the plate, and I am on deck. I walk out just outside the dugout on a dirt rectangle that goes the length of the dugout. From this place I can really take in the whole stadium. The crowd behind home plate is all on their feet. All the players in both dugouts are screaming. The players in the field are focused as a lion while hunting its prey. The batter watches two pitches, then makes solid contact. I can tell because it makes the beautiful, TING, noise when the ball hits the sweet spot of the bat. He also gets a double, and the runner on second scores. Tie game with a runner on second, and I am up to bat. I stroll up to the plate looking down at my feet, feeling the pressure. I set up in the batter’s box, and stare down the pitcher. He nods. I am expecting a fastball, as the pitcher gets set. I am a little nervous, so I watch the first pitch zip by. I look out in the outfield, and see the outfielders playing very far up, so they can throw out the runner at home. The pitcher gets set again, and comes with another fastball. I see it coming the whole way. I twist my hips and drive the ball hard. I watch it sail, and the outfielders

Just watching baseball live or on television is enough to make my day. Watching a match-up between the Boston Red Sox play and the New York Yankees is just crazy. It is a rivalry to end all

Baseball has for a long time been a staple in the American sporting culture as baseball and America have grown up together. Exploring the different ages and stages of American society, reveals how baseball has served as both a public reflection of, and vehicle for, the evolution of American culture and society. Many American ways including our landscapes, traditional songs, and pastimes all bear the mark of a game that continues to be identified with America's morals and aspirations. In this paper I will be addressing the long residuals of baseball as it specifically relates to the emergence of the

Everybody has a special place that means so much to them every time the set foot there. My special place just so happens to be a baseball field. It doesn’t necessarily have to be a particular field, it’s just that every time I set foot on one I think of all the memories made when playing the game and of all the friends I have made because of it. I have been playing baseball for practically my entire life and along the way have learned a lot of life lessons because of it. A few fields that specifically stand out to me are Cooperstown Dreams Park and Wenatchee Valley College baseball field.

The baseball diamond has a magical effect on my emotions, which seem take over my body and mind. The effects seem to be an instant release of excitement and energy. Before the game begins I seem to get energy that take over my body. I could be tired from working all day and as soon as I step on or near the field my body just kicks into overdrive. The display of excitement is felt by many people sitting around me. The constant cheering and yelling gets others excited around me and just excite me more. Sometimes I do even think about what is coming out of my mouth, whether good or bad, I just keep yelling. Sitting down seems to be one of my biggest challenges during a ball game. I have to constantly be moving from standing up blocking others

I have loved the game of baseball ever since I was a baby. My mom tells me that when I was only two years old, my family went on a trip to see a Cardinal-Royals game in Kansas City. It was a rainy, ugly day outside, but my two year old self, without a fuss, watched the whole game, captivated from the first pitch to the last. Ever since then, I have loved every aspect of baseball. I love that it is a kid’s game, and it is amazing to me that so many grown men devote their lives to a game that grade-school children play while growing up. Another part of baseball that I love are the aesthetics of watching a great play. To me, there is nothing better than watching an outfielder give himself up to make a fantastic diving play, a batter crush the ball far over the fence, or a beautiful,

Anyone that loves baseball should head to a major league game. At least once in their life is there is nothing like sitting with thousands of fans in a packed stadium and watching your favorite team play ball. The ballpark is filled with sights and sounds that send a chill of excitement down your spine. “Crack!” the batter rips a line drive down the third base line the crowd stands and roars for the home team. “Popcorn, hot dogs, soda, here!” echoes throughout the stands as strolling vendors climb up and down the stairs selling their fare grab your glove a high pop foul soars over your seats waiting to be caught by an eager souvenir-seeking fan. From the National Anthem, to the seventh inning stretch, to the final out, nothing being at a major

As I am driving near the Southwest University Park in downtown El Paso I can feel the excitement through my veins, I hear the crowd cheering and screaming as the game is about to start. The smell of nachos and popcorn makes me hungry similarly when you pass by food places and the smell is so strong outside, you just want to stop by and eat the entire place. I look at all the people with their black and red Chihuahua’s jerseys as they enter the stadium and I can feel the El Paso spirit again like never before. Today I am getting that great feeling when you know this experience will be once in a lifetime. The brand-new baseball park, and how the people from El Paso area come together to make this a great event is what excites me more to attend in the future.

My place of observation was the USM baseball field, known as Towers Field on the Gorham campus where the USM baseball team was taking on Wheaton college at 1pm on Sunday, April 17, 2016. The field can be found behind Philippi Hall at the far end of campus near the softball field and turf field where many other sports are played. The space consists of two dugouts, one field, a press box and a bunch of spectator seating. There’s a patch of grass dividing the baseball and softball fields where many people stand, watch the game and sometimes barbecue. The press box sits at the front, facing the field up behind home plate and the spectator seating is in front of home plate and spans around to the dugouts. The home team can be found on the

In the United States baseball is known for the All American Sport. Every summer, wherever you go, you see boys and girls playing America’s favorite pastime. Little leagues, summer leagues and school leagues emerge every year, with kids anticipating the start date. In southern California sports are a huge deal. Especially in the summer, you will see parks all around with signup sheets to enroll in softball. South Gate Park in South Los Angeles is no different. This park is huge in the Latino community. You will never see the park alone. The park consists of mostly Mexican Americans. The community is heavily populated with first and second generation Mexicans. As this park is close to my home, I decided to go watch a little league game. As I was there, I realize how engaged the

When I was a young kid, baseball was all I thought about. I started playing baseball at the age of 5 years old and instantly fell in love. From that point on, I wanted to become a professional baseball player when I grew up. I put my mind to it and was going to find a way to get to the majors. One day my dad took me to my first baseball game to watch. We pulled into the NBC World Series parking lot and I was in awe. I’d never seen a stadium that big before in my life. At that moment was when I realized that I will play there at sometime in my life. When we got into the stadium I remember getting a hotdog and a gatorade. The sound of the fans talking amongst each other as the teams warmed up was heard from the concession stands. Once the National Anthem was sang, the announcer yelled, “PLAY BALL!” That was where my journey began.