Descriptive Essay: The Baseball Field

One of my favorite places to just sit and stare in amazement is a baseball field. There is so much to look at and take in before during, and after a baseball game. When you first walk up to a nice baseball field it takes your breath away. The freshly cut grass not only puts off a fresh, relaxing smell floating in the air, but the sight of the bright vivid green can not be compared to anything. The pattern of the mower makes the entire field look like a gigantic checker’s board. It is so perfectly cut there is not a single blade misplaced, as though is was taken out of an artist’s painting. The sounds I hear at a baseball field are unlike anything else. All of the talking between players during the game, trying to help each other out, encouraging
The yelling for, “fresh popcorn”, gets closer and closer until he is right next to your seat. Along with the yelling from player, coaches, and the hot dog man, there is the constant chirping of the fans towards the umpire. Every fan seems to have an opinion about the calls made. “Come on blue!” being yelled from behind the plate about any close pitch. Not only do the fans complain about calls by the umpire, but they also tend to yell about how the players are doing. If their team lets them down, they complain. If the team they like do well they cheer with joy, complementing their every move. One of my favorite places on earth is a baseball field. The sounds that a person could possibly hear are unbelievable. A person nose becomes their best friend at a baseball game because without it, the game would not mean as much. Just going to a game and listening to everything a person can hear was life-changing for me. Everyone can find a reason to love the game of baseball for one reason or the other. I will never forget my first day at the baseball field. It was a day that helped shape the rest of my