“Ah, Come on!” I shouted as I watched another player of my
team strike out. My frustration was
building, as I stood and stared at the field, I desperately hoped that the next
player would be able to get the score up. My friends stood beside me with the
same amount of combined anger and eagerness to be able to be watching this
baseball game a few rows from the field.
When we were younger we always talked about one day being
able to grow up and go to a baseball stadium and watch our favorite team play.
We would wear our baseball caps and hit the ball outside pretending to be those
players we watched on T.V. We would
always go to Jerry’s house to watch the games. He had the biggest T.V. and his
mom would always prepare Buffalo wings and French fries for us to devour while
we excitedly were enthralled in the game.
“Yes, that’s it!” As a player runs to first base, I am
welcomed back to my dream, my reality. Our team is coming back and as the hours
pass, we experience the first win of the season for our team.
We were so thrilled!
As we leave the stadium, we walk to the nearest restaurant and order Buffalo
wings and French Fries. “Jerry, your moms are so much better!” I say as we all
smile and think back to our younger days, happy to be able to add this moment
to our list of great memories.
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