Saturday, June 1, 2019

Love for an Underacheiving Team :: Personal Narrative Writing

Love for an Underacheiving Team Sitting in a green wooden seat mark number 3 in the second row of section 27, I saw Sammy Sosa practice swinging near the dugout. His forearms and shoulders bulged giving a muscular habitus to the blue and red Cubs jersey. His thighs were as thick as baby cedar trees. Sammy stepped up to the plate calmly. As he tightened his blue batting gloves snug somewhat his wrists, he also dug two spots for placing his feet. I heard chants from the rising crowd behind the Cubs dugout M-V-P, M-V-P. In Wrigley Ville, a small residential region of northern Chicago, hes often referred to as Slammin Sammy Sosa. The Cubs captain lead the National League with 63 home runs surpassing Babe condolences 1927 and Roger Maris 1961 records for the second time in his career. Any baseball rag will tell you that he stands six feet tall and weighs 220 pounds. However, a baseball card wont admit that Sammy hit a ball nearly length of two football fields. At 130 p.m. that Sunday, Waveland avenue residents knew that their homes were in danger of Sosas homeruns flying into their yards or worse their windows.* * * * Trips to Chicago were not something I could do regularly. Six courses at MIT kept me busy enough that a weekend out of town would disrupt my study schedule. An inexpensive ticket and really good reason would allow me to travel home. During early October, flights were selling for fractional the normal prices since the devastating terrorist attacks of September 11th. I had no fears of flying unlike some of my paranoid colleagues so I bought a United Airlines ticket to go home. I wanted to see two things my family and the Chicago Cubs at Wrigley Field. * * * * The cheers for Sammy renewed an energy that I lacked for the three old age of college. The boisterous voice of the crazed yellowish brown sunk deep into my eardrum, Lets go Sammy, hit one out for me, baby. The Internet radio version of the Cu bs games over the last three years never produced this type of quality.

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