It was a hot blazing afternoon without a single mist of wind in sight. Droplets of sweat started to run down my face heading towards my mouth. I could taste the saltiness and dedication of hard work for my beloved sport which was baseball. Baseball is not just any sport to me, it is my source of happiness. I play it for the love and joy that overwhelms me whenever I walk onto the baseball field. The crowd cheering you and your team on making you feel the rush through your body wanting to play even better for the sake of them. I was at a baseball game in Del Rio. This was the first game of the season so I was really nervous even more that this is the first time my parents are going to see me play. Searching for my parents on the bleachers I
