As I handed my ticket to the middle age man with his recent receding hair line, another man smiled and said “welcome to the ball park” in a ear piercing voice. I proceed onward stumbling through the waves of team accessories realizing that I stuck out like a sore thumb wearing only neutral colors. The aroma of ball park food hit my nostrils like a car crashing in to a wall. The food ranges from hot dogs to cotton candy, Nachos to cola anything you can think of the ball park had it. After nearly drowning in a sea of fans, families and Television workers I finally made it to my seat directly across from third base.
I think Dodgers games are extremely fun even if your rooting for the opposite team, it’s just amazing to be in the stadium. My most amazing day was when I went to the Dodgers game with my cousins, brother, and sister-in law. Throwing peanuts at Giants fans and random people made my day amazing. Most people weren’t even noticing that we were throwing the peanuts at them. Ishmael was making it obvious because he was laughing
Cincinnati Reds Baseball Community The crack of a wooden bat and the pop of a glove ring loud from early April to late October. From the excitement of opening day, to the third out of game seven in the World Series, famous baseball player Babe Ruth said it best, “Baseball was, is, and always will be to me, the best game in the world”. Baseball wasn’t something that I was always interested in and my involvement originally started out as something quite different. When my now husband (Kyle) and I first started dating, we would spend almost every moment together watching Cincinnati Reds baseball or talking about it. My husband would often talk about things that would happen during the season, like Homer Bailey pitching a no-hitter or Joey Votto being named the MVP of the National League, and I honestly had no interest.
Most of Derek’s new knowledge came at the plate where he learned techniques from other players, where he was schooled on the art of hitting to all fields. Different pitches in different locations required different swings and the quicker he reacts than the faster he would reach the major leagues with all-stars players. Although Derek Jeter took hitting instructions he was having problems because he would struggle .200 all summer long in his first season and he also let his hitting effect his fielding. (Swiryn) He booted 21 balls in 58 games at stops with the New York’s rookie level team in Tampa and even with the Greensboro Hornets. His minor league manager Gary Denbo assured him this was fundamental stuff and it was easy to fix through repetition.
He ran about five steps towards first base and then curved around to retrieve the ball. Mom retrieved him in motion and went with him around the bases. When he was out field he would put his glove on, but that didn’t last long, mom had to keep him focused on the task at hand, he was easily distracted throughout the game. In such a busy atmosphere he had no stranger danger fear. He didn’t want to be told what to do or where to go.
My dad, two brothers, and I were sitting in the first row of the outfield when Bobby Higginson, a Detroit Tigers player, came up to hit for batting practice. Sure enough after two swings he hit one all the way to the wall. The ball was right in front of us on the field but we could not reach it. A player picked the ball up, and I started screaming, “Sir! Can I please have that ball?” He looked up at me in the stands and tossed the ball up.
One afternoon, he decided to follow a group of guys from the neighborhood he just moved to, and watch them play a pickup game of baseball at a small field, which they called the “sandlot.” At first Smalls was a little tentative to join their game because he feared he would be ridiculed by the other kids on account of his lack of baseball knowledge and experience. In the end, he chose to play with them, but failed to catch a routine fly ball and correctly throw the ball back to the infield. Every player on the field began to jeer and make fun of Smalls because he did not have the talent that the other kids had. That is, every player except one. Benjamin “Benny the Jet” Rodriguez, who just happened to be the best player in the neighborhood, shielded Smalls from the onslaught of his fellow teammates and invited him to rejoin the game.
“Hey kid, I like your hat. Wanna trade?” I was astonished to hear these words come from a person who I had looked up to for the last two years of my life. Roger Cedeño was traded to the New York Mets in 2001 and was their starting leadoff hitter for the following two years. At this point in my life, I was an avid Mets fan, even at the age of 8, and quickly began to admire the way Mr. Cedeño handled himself on and off the field. On May 15th of 2002, the Mets were playing the Montreal Expos in Shea Stadium and my father had obtained two front row seat tickets to the game via his business partner.
Our rival team, who we had never beaten, like I mentioned before, had come to our field for the final time during my playing days. I wanted the win more than anything I had ever wanted while playing baseball. I had talked to my coach and he allowed me to get the start pitching against them. My nerves were trying to get the best of me but I pushed them aside because this was too important. I started off pitching very well and got through the first few innings with relative ease.
Softball I love to play softball, but I never actually sat down and observed the game. I was at Sprinkler Recreational Park in Spanaway, watching my friend play a softball game on field number seven. I never notice how many side conversations there are at a softball game. There is also a skateboarding park right next to the softball field where teenagers hangout at on the weekends. They also have a little bit of wildlife animals flying around the fields too.