A creative piece. By yours truly...
So, remember how I kept mentioning how much I love summer and baseball? Well, while I was on my baseball high, and still on it, I thought of a creative little piece that I just started typing and kept rolling with it. I read it when I was done and I thought it was good enough to share with the rest of you. So, sit back, relax, read and imagine yourself in the story!
You know the days where it's so hot outside and all you want to do is jump into a pool with all your friends? So you all jump in and swim and then decide you are too cold so you get out and think of other things to do. You eat popsicles and lay in the hall way under the air conditioner. Then you get bored and the hot summer day turns into a warm summer night with a breeze cool enough to finally go back outside. You're still with your group of friends, the air is brisk and it feels like staying inside would be equivalent to missing out on something everyone else is enjoying. So you get in your friends Jeep and you unzip all the windows. Driving down the high way with the windows down makes the brisk air stronger and it feels like you're driving through a wind tunnel. You hit some traffic because everybody is going where you are, because on a brisk summer night, it's a nice place to be. You walk down the sidewalks past the bars and alley ways and you pass several small parking lots with the signs reading, "6 dollar parking." Or, "Cheapest parking in Denver." You see a series of gates, and then you see flashing neon lights on a brick building that depict a baseball player sliding into home. You've reached your destination. You are at Coors Field on a brisk summer night getting ready to watch your favorite team; the Colorado Rockies. You wait in the line and try to decide which one is shorter or which one moves faster. Your group of friends split up between the lines to see which one gets closer first and whoever does, the rest of the group follows and cuts the line. The greeter scans your ticket and says, "enjoy the game!" Part of you wants to say, "you too" because its common courtesy. Then you remember, oh wait, you're not here to watch the game. You walk through the crowded hall ways past several concession stands and team stores. You and your friends stop at a line that wraps around into a small booth and then out to a register. You all get a hot dog and a beer and you exit the booth to the register to pay. You set your items down on the metal counter to try to get to your wallet or your purse. You pass several sections and as you do, you notice the field through the seats. You reach your section followed by stairs that either lead up or down and an usher stands there and looks at your ticket. You know where you are going but the usher insists on pointing out the direction for you and every single one of your friends that walks past him. You find your seats and you notice the people who will be around you for the next 9 innings. Some are old, some are your age, and some are young kids experiencing their first baseball game. Hopefully their first of many, many more. You and your friends decide to take a group picture and sometimes you get one facing the field. Everyone pulls out their phones and takes a picture of the green and brown surface with the bright stadium lights beaming down on it. The announcer introduces the opposing team and some boos are heard in good fun. The announcer then introduces the home team roster and the crowd goes wild as they hear their favorite players' names being announced. The crowd is asked to stand and remove their hats as a local choir group or school band sings the Star Spangled Banner. A wave of patriotism and chills passes over you as you hear the stadium echo the lyrics of the National Anthem. The announcer comes back over the speaker and says, "LETS PLAY BALL." Followed by a jaunty tune. That's when it hits you... You're at Coors Field on a beautiful summer night with your best friends and 45,000 other people watching your favorite team in the world do what they love best.
