Personal Narrative: Cooperstown

I will always remember the fantastic experience that I had in Cooperstown last summer.
As we entered the ballpark in our car, we could see the majestic baseball field. People were already working on the fields, making the grass sparkle and the dirt smooth. We drove down the consummately paved road to the barracks and as they came into view, I could see several of them. All of them right next to each other, identical. I slowly exited the car, opened the trunk and got all of my baggage. I had one bulky bag carrying my clothes, my bat bag, and an extra small bag for snacks. As I walked through the parking lot, I heard kids stomping the ground making a “thud thud” sound and shouting at each other with excitement in their voices. We walked

It was by far the nicest fields I have ever played on. The outfield grass was as green as it can get and the infield was perfectly raked. We walked into the dugouts which were long with a bench going through it. We hung our bags on the fence and went onto the outfield and started throwing. The outfield grass was wet and soft as I felt it with my hand. We started with throws from close away but then started to back it up. At about 100 feet we took a few throws and then started to work it back in until we were a foot away and then we put the baseballs in the bucket. When the coach wanted to have a talk with us, we all made a circle and he just talked about what we can do and a little about the other team. He started out by talking about the batting order and where everyone was in the field but then he started talking about where the other team was from and how good they were. As the coach was talking, I could hear the other team throwing, the pop in their gloves. After he was finished we hustled into the dugout, got a sip of water and by the time were were finished, the coach was out by home plate meeting the other coach and the umpires. After they were finished talking he walked back toward us and it was time to play