Our date winds up in the most delightful way possible: the “down home” way. Strolling hand in hand through the fairground, we play games, trying to knock over milk bottles with balls and then climb a wobbly rope ladder to the top to win a huge lime green stuffed dog, but we can’t win a thing. Little children buzz around us like fireflies with clouds of cotton candy in their fists and bags of popcorn as big as they are. Eventually the sun sinks and the lights come on, and as the air cools, the fair sparkles like a mini-Manhattan. As we wander our wonderland, we share a funnel cake, hot and sweet.
Once I take a swing at the perfect pitch you can hear the crack of the bat forcefully pushing the ball to get a base hit. At first base I then watch our coach give the sign to hit to the next batter, he then turns to give me the steal sign. As I watch the pitcher start her motion all I can think about is running my hardest to get to the next bag. As the pitch is thrown I race my way and slide into the bag and hear to umpire scream “safe”. My teammates are screeching with excitement.
The pitcher starts her windup and lets the ball go. “Strike”, the umpire yells behind me. My team is yelling and cheering in the dugout, and my coach is shaking his head at third base. The pitcher lets lose another pitch. “Strike two”, the umpire yells again.
St. Louis fans know how to get engaged and make every game feel like a battle in October. The Cardinal crowd can cause chaos by waving their rally towels which provokes a sea of 42,500 to form a white blanket. Another aspect of the atmosphere includes the irreplaceable sounds baseball induces. The loud crack of a bat echoes through the entire stadium like a gunshot in an abandoned forest. After the long ball, the thunderous fireworks erupting into red, white, and blue burning embers over the roaring, celebratory crowd.
I go get up my Mother and brother, and bolt into the hallway. We have this tradition that we always take pictures in the long wooden hallway me and my brother hate it but it is fun sometimes.We zoom into the living room, and I see the presents under the Christmas tree I hear the crackling of the fireplace, and I smell the sausage balls in the oven. We always start with the stocking first. I now owned so many gum packets it is unreal, I believe I 15 packs of gum, as you can tell I love gum. Then we moved on to the presents that “Santa” gave us.
College Baseball Game Day My rear end is numb from sitting down is this hard seat for too long, but I do have the best in the wonderful baseball park right now as fan perspective, I choose to be right here where I can see all the action row number thirty-four with a clear view of the whole entire baseball field from foul pole to foul pole such amazing view; infact, when people stand up with their number one foam fingers I can still see the game going on with nobody in my way. Furthermore so I am in the perfect tossing range to get some salty peanut plus them amazing ranch flavor sunflower seeds or a free white Rice Owl T-Shirts. Although as I can see the Rice university v 's university of Houston posters to the right of me down below the dusty enter sign I see the park name in bold black letters saying Reckling
My dad, who had just came downstairs, liked the suggestion and said that he would tag along and play some baseball with the two of us. Once we got to the backyard, we immediately began. My brother had been reliably good at catching thus far, and I certainly had no trouble either. But in the heat of the moment, my dad threw the ball, and my brother called out saying he’d catch it. Assuming this, I let down my guard and waited for him to catch it.
The sport was known to do too much damage to people that it had caused dmg people brain broken limbs before how hard the ball has been throw most likely blood nose but the sport is still famous sport. But now since no one plays it anymore the sport will soon die out to a point no one will ever play it. (National assocaition) The game commences with the opening rush. All the dodgeballs are lined up in the centre of the court, with both teams rushing from their base line to the balls. Players have to simultaneously grab and throw a Dodgeball or roll it back to a team-mate.
When everyone began arriving for the party, I became invested in the festivities. Cake, ice cream, and candy filled my head. The childish notion that birthday parties were all about the festivities clouded my thoughts, and I became so focused on how many gifts I got that I forgot to realize how instrumental one gift would become for me. Jack gave me my first lacrosse stick, and instantly I fell in love with the game. I wanted to play like him, live like him, and succeed like him.
I attended my first Astros game at the age of nine. The popcorn scented air paired with the roaring of fans drove me to fall in love with the game of baseball. I learned of the bases, pitches and catches in minutes and immediately planned my own life to follow baseball trail. For months I begged my mother to place me in a little league. She was reluctant at first and impossible to convince when told the price of little league fees.
The next five minutes would make an incredible mark on the legacy of this team. The pitcher walks onto the mound and readies himself to throw 3 more pitches and win the game. As if almost in one body,under one mind, the entire team moves in sync the raiders create an effect that intimidates everyone by all moving at the same time. This was not a planned action it was just fate. The pitcher throws two strikes and he is one pitch away from the dream.
Miguel Montero then ended up driving in another run later on to put the Cubs up two runs, the score 8-6! Now the bottom of the 10th, runner on first. The count 0-1 with 2 outs, the pitch to the Indian player Michael Martinez. The announcer yelling through the TV speakers, “ Here’s the 0-1, this is gonna be a tough play, Bryant, THE CUBS, WIN THE WORLD SERIES!!! The curse finally broken, as the crowd went wild.
They play starts and all of the receivers are heading towards the end zone and Tom throws the ball and a miraculous catch is made by Julian. The Patriots head to the semi-finals against their rivals, the New York Jets. They prepare for the Jets and practice a lot of trick plays. The day finally arrives and the Patriots win the coin toss and choose to
The pitcher threw the next pitch. “Strike”the umpire called again, I started getting a feeling that we were going to lose. Then… “WHACK!” the ball was hit high in the sky like it was flying. Everyone stood up as we watched ball zoom across the field. The center fielder was
The throw to home was over thrown and Huckaby trying to get the ball and beat Jeter to home plate. Huckaby got the ball and his whole game plan was to slide to the plate on his knees and get the out. Derek running with full force knew that he would have to slide to score. Both trying to beat each other’s to the plate Huckaby dove and Derek already slid to the plate. Huckaby landed on top of Jeter at home plate.