Personal Narrative Essay On Blue

One Day in October I was part of the black sea of roaring people. With my Scott Podsednik, White Sox jersey I can go back to one of my best memories which sparked a fandom that has and will last till I’m gone. It all started a few days after the Sox punched their ticket to the World Series and my family and I were in our dining room waiting for dad to come home in order to start dinner. He walked in and we welcomed him with our usual excitement as we wanted to tell him about our day. Before we started into our usual talk, he said he has a surprise for us. Sarcastically I said, “You got tickets to the world series”. He responded with a shocking, “Yes”. I couldn’t think right for a couple seconds. Like a math problem, I struggled to comprehend on how he got the tickets. I thought you could only win tickets like that on a radio show or through a lottery. My brother and I looked at each other with wide eyes as to confirm we both heard the same thing. Sure
We killed time by taking pictures and visiting the outside sites. Then I got the black jersey that reminds me of this terrific time. My favorite player was Paul Konerko, but I wanted a unique jersey and so I chose the smooth and cool bag swiping left fielder Scott Podsednik. I then put it on and became part of the black sea. It was time to go in and my heart was skipping beats. We were in the air thin nose bleeds of seats, but it didn’t matter as it was amazing that we were there. I could see the Fox pregame show on the side of the field, reassuring me that this was baseball’s biggest stage. I could really feel the chill in the air as the sun was sinking under the lake. The lights were on and made the feel pop with its perfectly groomed green grass and beautiful combed brown dirt. The energy was conducted all around the field and released when the national anthem was amplified across the stadium, signifying the start of the