It was monday August 3rd 2015 on a hot summer day . It was a day I will never forget . I had been anticipating this date for months now and the day had finally arrived. I remember dolling ourselves up as much as we could putting our favorite teams shirt on and hopping into the car . Our drive to Turner Field stadium in atlanta felt like forever . I was so eager to get there i wanted time to just fly by. When we finally got there my heart started racing I was so happy , this was my very first baseball game . We all raced to the gates and got in the Braves Stadium looking cautiously for our seats . Looking around I could see a ton of people , some with brave shirts on and others with the San Fransisco giants shirts on . As we were aproaching our seats i saw just about everything , consession stands everywhere full of food , drinks, and t-shirts that we could buy . There was only ten minutes before the game started so we all sat there waiting for the game to comence . Everyone stared at the field watching the Atlanta Braves come out and the San Fransisco Giants come out , all you could hear was the crowd cheering for there favorite team . Of course we cheered for our favorite team , The Braves . The game …show more content…
The sun was fading and it was night time , but there we were, watching the game . The braves were up next to bat but the other team kept catching all the balls . The same thing happened with the giants over and over again, no one was making points . We thought the game would stay tied all night . The braves and giants batted again and again three more times waiting for one of them to hit a home run .We felt like the game was never going to end , it was still tied seven to seven . After being there for three hours we decided it was finally time to leave without watching the rest of the game, otherwise we would be there all night.
We decided to go to Cracker Barrel for breakfast. Soon after we ate, we had to return to the convention center for the results. My team and I waited on stage for our division to be called. Right before the announcer said the results, we all held hands in anticipation and excitement. We just knew we were going to win.
The third base coach was furious he was in the umpire’s face saying that he just wanted the game to end so he call the kid out. The play itself wasn’t the really cool part, it was that our team had pulled together and beat the team that had knocked us out of the tournament before in extra innings on a lucky hit. None of us knew it yet, but this was going to be a great year. We were almost like
The Texas Rangers and Toronto Blue Jays had a remarkable playoff game for Major League Baseball that all came down to the bizarre seventh inning. This game was a very important one, deciding which team would move on from their Division Series. It was the fifth game in the series of best out of five games with each team having won two games. The Rangers got ahead at first with a very odd and controversial play, but the Blue Jays came back with an incredible hit.
The announcer said who got second place, and everyone on my team started crying. “ The first place team advancing to Florida is the La Porte Slicers!” My team stood up and started screaming. As a result, we made it to Florida! My coach went up to get our trophy and we all took pictures with it.
I watched this game on television but I can still remember the silence during the last at bat against Houston Astros Jason Castro. Every second, everything was hanging onto that very last pitch. My heart was pounding in my head and before I knew Matt Cain threw his first perfect game. That is exactly what I love about baseball. The intensity.
Each inning went by in a flash until the 5th inning, Mitty had tacked on a couple of runs making it 3-0 Mitty. Then my team came to bat and stayed at bat for a while scoring 5 runs making it 5-3 Serra. The 6th inning moved along swiftly with Mitty scoring two more runs tying the game at 5. Bottom of the 6th inning Mitty had brought in a new pitcher, a tall right hander who threw pretty hard.
Here we were the last tournament of the year. We were in the championship. Towards the end of the game I was on third base, we were down one run then the worst hitter on the team came up, Owen. Of course he hit it right to the first baseman. Unfortunately we got second.
Carter said to me on the way back into the dugout, “I’m as nervous as a fireman on his first call.” I said, “Don’t be. We are going to win, then advance, and the win state.” The game finally started. We were the home team, so we started in the field first.
I had an amazing time at my first Georgia Southern game. The field and stadium looked absolutely beautiful. You could tell that the new
Seventh game, bottom of the 10th and the Chicago Cubs were up 8-7 against the Cleveland Indians with 2 outs. One out, one pitch, one play and it could happen, for the first time in 108 years we could win. One home run and we would lose it all. My dad and I nervously glance at the bases, one hitter, and one player on first. Mike Montgomery throws the pitch.
After a while I loosened up, and the fact that we were up so high slipped from my mind, again. For the rest of the game, I had fun. I talked and laughed with my family and shared popcorn. It didn’t really matter that I had missed most of it, I don’t really think anyone was watching anyway.
Last fall my aunt had eight baseball tickets and she said to my mom “ I have eight baseball tickets and I wanted to know if Kailei and Ronnie want to go.” Mom said “ I’ll ask.” My dad came and asked me“ Do you want to go to a basketball game?” I said “Yes.” When we went to go get the tickets they where actually baseball tickets, but I didn’t care.
It was probably 14-2 by now. I realized in that moment, it would be all my fault if we lost the game. I knew what I had to do. I played the game. It was a cold October night when I got hurt.
My team and I watching from the crowd, as Clarkstown and New City battle it out to advance to the next round. The sun beaming down on us like we were asphalt on a summer day, and getting in our eyes causing us to put on eye black. I can’t help myself and smell hot pretzels being made so my dad and I buy one and share it before the game ends. The game finishes, 4-3 in favor of Clarkstown, my coach tells us to go to the out field to stretch and throw if you were a parent in the stands all you would see would be 10 bright white baseballs flying back and forth.
“Help! Help!” Have you ever had a day where everything was going right and then there was that one thing that happened to you to ruin your entire day? Well, that was the worst day of my life.