Descriptive Essay

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                                                                        Braves Game

As I leaned up from my seat to ask “Are we there yet,” the hum slowly faded as we merged away from the rows of traffic. I anticipated the sweet smell of cotton candy and the warm sun peaking through the large opening of the stadium. It seemed as though the parking prices went up every time I came, but it was worth it. Everything from the warm hotdogs that I was about to enjoy to the songs everyone would stand and sing together.

 People were lined up like at amusement park waiting for the ride that would bring excitement and thrill, it was finally my turn as gave up my ticket to embark on a great time. My eyes would dart from one thing to another, drums banging, parents yelling for their children. I wove through the crowd of people to find my seat. It was as though an artist painted the picture in front me, the grass was such a vibrant green, and surely no clouds were allowed above the stadium, it was a perfect day. “Please rise for the national anthem,” with those words a silence broke among the crowd of faces, everyone stood up in a synchronized way. After the last hat was put back on their head, the crowd glared to filed as the first pitch was thrown. “Strike one,” yelled the umpire. Most of the crowd roared in agreement with the umpire but there were just a few outlaws above that disagreed.

Baseball is apart of everyone, whether by supporting your favorite team, or simply just living in America. Like a picnic on a Sunday afternoon, or celebrating thanksgiving with your family, baseball defines American culture.  It brings families together, there may be disagreements among our family but when the game comes on it brings us together.

            The crack of the bat as the ball takes flight, I look up trying to locate the ball, and my eyes are squinted as the ball drifts up in the air. I’ve always heard what goes up must come down, but I wasn’t quite sure when this ball was coming down. Screaming fans were coming closer to me and I wasn’t sure why until I saw the ball coming straight for me. I hardly had time to react, I threw my arms up to grab the ball and to my surprise I caught it. It was almost in slow motion as He ran from first base to the home plate, the crowd got louder at every step he made back to the dugout. Excitement came over me, as the sun was gone now the backdrop was the Atlanta skyline. I took a deep breath, taking everything I saw in. The lights seemed as if they were brightening putting a spotlight on the field as if it were a stage. and the players were actors. The bats and balls clinging together, the roar of crowd was the music in the setting of the play. “Get Your Peanuts, Get your peanuts,” and the smell of beer brought me back to reality.

The game was at its end, the bustle of people getting their stuff together and saying their goodbyes. Everyone was trying to find the quickest way to exit. I followed the crowd the excitement was over, my legs felt heavier with every stride I took. As I left the stadium, I could only dream about laying my head down and pulling the covers close. I made it to the car; lines of cars were dispersing in many directions. I pulled into one those lines, horns honking and people yelling. As I finally made it home, my eyes were heavy as I lifted myself out of the car and gazed on the front door that would soon lead to the relaxed place called home.