Interesting A Baseball : My Favorite State Of Baseball

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

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

The Women’s College World Series is the last round of the NCAA Tournament, where the National Champion is decided. Every little girl, that plays softball dreams of playing in the Women’s College World Series. This past season, it was a dream come true for the Michigan Women’s Softball team to make it to the World Series. As a player and as a fan the World Series is one of the best experiences to be a part of. Fans are outside of the stadium tailgating all day long. Then at came time thousands of fans rush in to the stadium to take their seats. This past year the overall attendance record was broken. There were 78,078 fans, breaking the previous record of 75,960. Everyone’s family and friends wants to be there so badly.

With the heat and pressure of the season fully upon us, it’s a nice change of pace lend a hand in our local communities. So, when the Prospect Valley Rebels little league baseball team needed help rebuilding their baseball field, they came to LGE. The field was in disrepair – full of weeds and rocks – making it an uninviting place to be, let alone a place to play baseball. LGE stepped up to the plate (pun intended) with donations of material, trucking, and equipment time. Along with helping hands from volunteers from the baseball team and the local community, the field was soon ready for the kids to play ball. Now this field is an enjoyable place to watch a baseball game on a hot summer afternoon.

Baseball has been around for centuries and is a classic sport known as “America’s Pastime”. It is one of the most loved sports in the world and most absolutely has not lost its cool. It’s a beautiful game, filled with excitement, happiness and fans that are truly in love with the sport. Baseball has been around since 1846 and has had many changes that have only made it a better game. It was one of America’s first popular sports and remains popular

America’s past time has been a long-standing tradition in American history. For more than one hundred years the game of baseball has not change, but some now want it to.

There are two styles in baseball fields, the modern ones and the classic ones. At US Cellular Field, they destroyed the best part of the stadium. They changed the classic lollipops. The lollipops are the seven pinwheel-looking decorations popping out of the scoreboard. Ever since I was two and had been going to sox games, the lollipops always entertain me more than the actual baseball.

Major League Baseball is known as “America’s Pastime”. The human element in the game makes it exciting and unpredictable. Baseball remains, as it should, as an un-digitalized and an untimed sport. In 2014, Major League Baseball expanded the instant replay allowed challenges from solely home-run challenges, to almost everything, excluding only the calls on balls and strikes. Fans’ request was one of the reasons this was done. Another reason was there had been a handful of bad calls by umpires, which prompted the expansion of instant replay allowed challenges. Additionally, some thought it would make the game more interesting to watch by trying to limit the amount of incorrect calls by umpires. However, there are some flaws in the

For the past century, baseball has been America’s national pastime. As these games play out on television, younger athletes are primed to take these players places someday. As kids begin playing, they have to often learn the basics of hitting, fielding, pitching, and running. Parents often push their kids into playing sports at such a young age to begin creating a positive friend circle. Often known as the Boys of Summer, these young baseball players play often throughout the spring and entire summer with their friends, with pizza parties and ice cream stops after a victory sprinkled in. During the long and usually overwhelming season, these young children rock the diamond in often many cities and towns across their home state and beyond.

While growing up, my favorite days of summer were spent in the red plastic seats of Fenway Park, holding a dripping cone of soft serve, belting out the lyrics to “Sweet Caroline” alongside my family. Regardless of my appreciation for baseball, I never actually played baseball, softball, or T-ball; instead, I opted to watch the game from the sidelines.

In my life, nothing has taught me more about life than the game of baseball. When you play a game that is about winning and losing since early childhood, you will be able to handle the winning and losing of life a lot easier. I experienced the ups and down’s of this game all to well, and wouldn’t be that person I am today without it.

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

It was April 25, 2008. With just one minute until the school day ended, countless students were watching the clock, their eyes following the second hand. As the final bell rang at 3:20 p.m., the screams from over 60 teens reverberated throughout the high school. . . . Over

Red lights, traffic lines, students walking or dragging, I could hardly tell. Today marks the day of my first day of high school without my best friend who may not connect to me blood-relatively but a family in my heart. I thought to myself, what if I can’t find any of my friends? What if I can’t find any of my classes? What if everything doesn’t turn out the way I want it to? Anxiety and panic roll in my body as soon as my mom stopped the car. I hesitated to open the car door, making little movements to even try to get out the car. I waved goodbye and shut the door closed so lightly that I think my mom had to properly shut it again. As I make my way to the front entrance with the gated black fence that shines so dimly, I looked up randomly at the sky, noticing that the clouds appeared very cloudy and immediately assumed that the rain will start sprinkling

     I can almost remember that day like it was yesterday, I awoke like on any other school day. It was a gorgeous May morning, the rays of sun flittered through my miniblinds blinding me as if I hadn’t seen light in days. I sluggishly dragged my limp body out of