29 April 2014
A Slice of Americana
The first time you go to a baseball game you get overwhelmed with everything going on. As a kid itâ€™s the greatest thing ever. Youâ€™re this little kid going into this massive stadium with tons of people. You finally get to see your heroes play. Youâ€™ve seen them on TV but itâ€™s so much better seeing them in person.
As youâ€™re walking up to the stadium for the first time you start to get excited as soon as you see the gate to get in. When youâ€™re in line all you can focus on is whatâ€™s behind those gates. Then the ticket lady scans your ticket and now youâ€™re through. You navigate your way through the crowded walkways of the stadium, moving to the right of some people, to the left of others, and eventually find the section number where your seat is located. As you approach your seat you hear the announcerâ€™s voice echo around the ball park, â€œAttention fans. In honor of our ...view middle of the document...
Thereâ€™s always that chance that a ball will come your way. One of the greatest things is if you actually catch one and get to take it home. Not many people have caught a foul ball or homerun so itâ€™s a big accomplishment. Even if the foul ball isnâ€™t close to you then you still get a feeling of excitement because you donâ€™t know where it might go. As a kid youâ€™re excited and scared because that ball is coming at you pretty hard and fast.
If you start to get hungry throughout the game then thereâ€™s people walking around with different types of food. The only thing is that they come at different times so if you want ice cream then that might only come by you during the first inning and say fifth inning. You have to be ready to call for them when you see them. Few tastes are as American as hot dogs and soda pop, and they cannot be missed at a ball game. The smell of hot dogs carries through the park, down every aisle, and inside every concourse. They are always as unhealthy as possible, dripping in grease, while the buns are soft and always too small for the dog. The best way to wash down the Ball Park Frank is with a large soda pop. Doing your best to balance the cold pop in one hand and the wrapped-up dog in the other, you find the nearest condiments stand to load up your hot dog. A dollop of bright green relish and chopped onions, along with two squirts of the ketchup and mustard complete the dog.
Suddenly you see the players go off the field and nobody comes back on. Thereâ€™s people cleaning the field and youâ€™re not sure whatâ€™s going on until the organ starts playing and everyone begins to sing â€œTake Me Out to the Ball Game.â€ While singing the song, putting your arms around friends and family, you watch all the players taking the field. It is wonderful to see the overwhelming amount of players on one team from around the world: Japan, the Dominican Republic, the United States, Canada, and Venezuela. You cannot help but feel a bit of national pride at this realization. Seeing the international representation on the field reminds you of the ways that Americans, though from many different backgrounds and places, still come together under common ideals. For these reasons and for the whole experience in general, going to a Major League Baseball game is the perfect way to glimpse a slice of Americana.