Chicago Stadium Descriptive Essay

Its noon in Chicago, the game doesn’t start until 4 o’clock, but I can already smell the hot dogs. I make my way down the gum covered concrete stairs to the Red Line subway station. I purchase my ticket at the automated kiosk and proceed to rails to wait for the next train. Like every game day in Chicago, the subway tunnels are filled with business men, tourists, the crazy fanatics, and some very talented musicians preforming trying to make money for some dinner later. Their music echoes through the tunnels and makes everyone tap their feet. The train approaches and comes to a screeching halt, and I move toward the sliding doors of the train with everyone else to assure ourselves that we will get on the train. I don’t have an inch of space once I arrive on the train. I stand shoulder to shoulder packed like sardines for a 15 minutes that seems …show more content…
I am overcome by the memories of coming to the ballpark as a kid. I take my lap around the entire stadium. It is very dimly lit in the tunnel around the field. Thousands of people are flying by. As they pass it seems everyone has something different. I see an ice cream sundae, that was made in a baseball helmet. There is so much ice cream, an enormous amount of peanuts, and a mountain size pile of whipped cream so high that it seems taller and heavier than a small child. I look along the walls that are covered with murals of past and present White Sox legends, they are so big it is as if we are supposed to believe the players were Godlike. I hear the announcers over speakers say the game will be beginning shortly. I make my way through the hallway, in what seemed like a real life pin ball machine, in which I am the silver ball and I am bouncing off all of the people in the crowded tunnel. I arrive at my section look out over the beautiful view of the field, and make my way down the long narrow staircase to my