As I get off the bus, and stretch my legs after what seemed like a very long bus ride, I noticed a certain smell in the air. I have been here before, and each time the visits have been very uncomfortable. I love nothing more than to step on the ball field, and smell the fresh cut grass, and my kangaroo skin catchers glove. This ball field was different, for many different reasons.
Playing baseball against Mountain Valley was always fun, because we always won. We traveled to their field this spring and I could not wait to leave. First off, the fans were as crazy as a jungle during lunch hours. Win or lose, the fans would always complain and put down the opposing which happened to be us that day. As the catcher of the team, I am involved in every pitch. The pitcher, and my close friend threw a pitch to my glove as it seemed to be going as fast as a race car. The batter struck out, and the zoo animals behind me growl, and screech as though it was our fault.
As the game continued, the sky was getting darker. Before to …show more content…
It was 9PM and had a trip that felt as though we were jumping states. Us captains stay after, while the rest of the team scurried to the bus. Our coach looks at us with grin, and kind of disappointed. I asked coach why he seemed down, and he told us “ I do not enjoy coming to this ball field, and I know you guys don’t as well. Thank you for being strong leaders, and putting all the negativity behind. You guys showed true sportsmanship.” This coach saw us as his children, and for him we are all grateful.
With everyone on the bus, and accounted for, I looked back into the steamy field as the lights turn off one by one. The once beautiful ball field looked like a graveyard, and I was glad to be going home. I love nothing more than to arrive home, and step off the bus to smell the air of home sweet home. Every ball field is different, for many different reasons. Ours was truly, and always will be the
Playing baseball against Mountain Valley was always fun, because we always won. We traveled to their field this spring and I could not wait to leave. First off, the fans were as crazy as a jungle during lunch hours. Win or lose, the fans would always complain and put down the opposing which happened to be us that day. As the catcher of the team, I am involved in every pitch. The pitcher, and my close friend threw a pitch to my glove as it seemed to be going as fast as a race car. The batter struck out, and the zoo animals behind me growl, and screech as though it was our fault.
As the game continued, the sky was getting darker. Before to …show more content…
It was 9PM and had a trip that felt as though we were jumping states. Us captains stay after, while the rest of the team scurried to the bus. Our coach looks at us with grin, and kind of disappointed. I asked coach why he seemed down, and he told us “ I do not enjoy coming to this ball field, and I know you guys don’t as well. Thank you for being strong leaders, and putting all the negativity behind. You guys showed true sportsmanship.” This coach saw us as his children, and for him we are all grateful.
With everyone on the bus, and accounted for, I looked back into the steamy field as the lights turn off one by one. The once beautiful ball field looked like a graveyard, and I was glad to be going home. I love nothing more than to arrive home, and step off the bus to smell the air of home sweet home. Every ball field is different, for many different reasons. Ours was truly, and always will be the