My First Yankees Narrative Essay

It was a nice summer day when my father took me to my first Yankees game. “If I saved a quarter a day for life, do you think I could have that one day?” He replied “Put your heart into I, and you can achieve anything.” I was referring to a player’s car that drove by that was glowing as it passed by. I knew it was a player’s car, because he drove to a designated parking lot labeled “Players Garage.” It was beautiful out and there was something eccentric in the air. I’ve never seen the Yankees in person, and I wanted to come home with a souvenir. As the game went on, the stadium roared with cheer and so did I. With most of the game already gone by, the chances weren’t looking too great for them. Eventually the Yankees fell to the Orioles four …show more content…
Although, I still couldn’t forget about that car before the game. Before we left the stadium, my dad stopped at a souvenir shop and got me a baseball. I knew it was special, because I could say I got it from a Yankees game. As we approached the exit, I saw a golden plaque in the distance that caught my attention. I asked if I could go quickly see it. The plaque was across the street nearby a crosswalk, so my dad went for the car and I made my way towards the plaque. It honored the great Mickey Mantle, and recognized some of the achievements he has made. As I was reading it, I could see in the distance a lot of commotion going on. I realized that I was on the same side as the garage that the players parked. A security guard came out and blocked the traffic for the players to leave. I was standing there when the players poured out. Never have I ever seen so many extravagant cars drive by. The majority of them left, but the garage was still open. After a while of silence, the car that I was before the game slowly drove out. It was by far the nicest once of them all and out of nowhere the light changed to red. The player came to a stop not too far from