The firefighters from the Chicago fire department whose firehouse is right across the street have all the doors open for people to come in and take a tour. During the game they all sit in the driveway with a radio listening to the game just waiting for that one homerun to get hit out of the stadium and right into their lap. The people of that firehouse and everyone who live in that neighborhood are some of the friendliest people I have ever met, except for the fans of the losing team of
This goes on for the entirety of the night as our line seems to be almost forever endless. We are so busy that we don’t have a chance to see the game, and eventually when we catch a break we turn around and look. The whole stadium filled with fans wearing different clothing creates a Jackson Pollock-esque look to it, and on the field I can see the nice trimmed grass with Bandit’s players on it some of which are splattered in dirt from running the bases, and on the brightly lit scoreboard I read BANDITS-6
Baseball, America’s greatest pastime, has been documented in thousands of movies; however The Sandlot and The Bad News Bears capture the most memorable aspects and cruel realities of little league and backyard baseball before the sport became a hollywood enterprise. The Sandlot shows baseball in its purest form, a group of neighborhood boys playing a never ending game and playing for the love of the game. The Bad News Bears represents the pains of little league baseball, from learning what a baseball is, to finding a select few athletes who take over the team to win at all costs. Both movies are classics in the baseball genre of film and are alike, yet so different that they are entertaining for all. The Sandlot directed by David Evans was released in 1993 and has become a baseball classic (rogerebert.com).
The tan sand around the bases with the growing green grass and old worn out cracked dugouts is where I would have been. The Albany baseball diamond was where me and my friends hung out. We would hit old worn out baseballs with the leather coming off of them and run around the aged bases and sleep on the old rickety metal things they called bleachers. The school right beside it also had a playground which we may or may not have supposed to be on. Dairy Dream was just across the street with the delicious smell of hot chocolate fudge and the nose tingling scent of vanilla ice cream that filled the air.
During the horrifying event the king laughed maniacally at the riddance of the man. The man endeavored to get away from the tiger during the last few seconds of his life and while he did he optically canvassed the princess. Through his ocular perceivers the princess visually perceived that he asked “Why would you do this?”. She could only looked away with tears falling down her face. All of the audience left after the exhilaration dissipated and workers of the arena entered to emasculate the terrible mess that occurred just a few hours ago.
I had a feeling that I was gonna pitch that day, so I had to get my mind right. When I got to the field I sat my bag and everything else in the same spot, grabbed my glove, stretched, and started warming up. At the time I was very superstitious and I had to do the same thing every single pregame. Right before the game started my coach talked to all of us and then I would give my pregame speech to hype of the team. Then I ran out to the field and began pitching.
He had a hard time getting all the old sprits to come and play football with him, he started to tell all his angles to tell all the old souls to come play football. Well within 30 minutes he was like, “Holy moly.” He had so many people; he had 2,000 people on this team. He said let’s split them up. My team will be called The Angels and my opponent’s team are The Devil’s. Moses said I want to be the QB for the angels so they all agreed to let Moses play QB well this guy named ralph was the other QB for the devils he was mean no one really liked him but he was good.
The four character traits that describe Maniac are humble, brave, kind, and trustworthy. One way that he is humble is when Maniac found Russell and Piper and Mcnab he said ”Sure, John, you remember”-(wink,wink)- ”at the Little League field the next day, you said I was lucky that all you threw me was fastballs, because you weren’t ready to reveal your secret pitch, the one you’d been working on. Remember?” (wink. )Mcnab nodded dumbly. “And so I said, well come on, I can hit anything, pitch it to me.’ And you pitched it, and I missed it by a mile, and you kept pitching it to me all day long, and I never even hit a foul ball on it.” “What was the pitch?
The congregation’s heads twisted into contorted positions as they tried to catch a glimpse of the striker bending the ball into the net. Faces surrounding us unleashed battle cries of victory. The players on the field paraded around the pitch, only increasing the euphoria. Terrifyingly, the man next to me was beating his fists on the chair behind me, his face turning blue from his continuous support, his cheeks only getting a slight tinge of red from the nipping wind that continued to gust through the bleachers, in the open-air theatre of dreams. Throughout the game, the eyes of everyone were glued to the pitch, waiting, watching for something to happen, to warrant a release of emotion.
"Boo was about six-and-a-half feet tall, judging from his tracks; he dined on raw squirrels and any cats he could catch, that 's why his hands were bloodstained -- if you ate an animal raw, you could never wash the blood off. There was a long jagged scar that ran across his face; what teeth he had were yellow and rotten, his eyes popped, and he drooled most of the time,” said Jem Finch. (Lee 13) That is not fair to him to have that name placed on him without any true facts behind it. Boo Radley has been misjudged by others because he never comes out of his house and so little was known about him. The rumours of ghosts stories the children have heard, increase their fear of Boo Radley.