Descriptive Essay: The Boston Red Sox Team
On a cool October 30th the Cardinals are set to play the Boston Red Sox facing an elimination scenario. Boston has a chance to clinch the World Series in front of the home crowd for the first time since 1918. The atmosphere in Boston is going to be a factor. When a fan base knows that the team has a chance to win the championship, it brings out a little edge. Out of all the championship teams, none of them have had an effect on the fans as this year’s club.
*Flash Back*
*8 Hours before the game* I woke up from the sound of my dad yelling at me saying, “Do you want to go to the Red Sox game or not?” “What do you mean it’s like eight o’clock.” I said in a confused way. “Yeah, how about you check the time smart one.” “Oh shit!” I screamed. …show more content…
One beautiful sunny morning shattering into darkness? We didn’t have anytime. Going back home then coming back isn’t an option the game would be over. I just stared at the walls of Fenway Park and thought to myself maybe another day. So this was it, three-hundred dollars or more down the drain. I looked up and got lost in the beautiful twilight of the sky before coming back to reality and thinking how we would be able to still go to the game. Apparently my uncle was smarter than us because he was already walking in the other direction. I didn't have a clue where he was going. When we finally caught up to him he was standing in front of a booth called the “Will Call” booth. “You guys forget your tickets?” The girl at the booth said to us. How did she know does this happen a lot to people?
“Yeah, what do we do to get them back?” I said
“Just give me your credit card number.” My uncle handed her his card and she pressed some buttons and gave us four tickets. I shuffled through my stuff and my pockets and tried to find some money. I found five bucks and asked her,
“You accept tips?”
“Is this your first game or something?
“Yeah, will you just take the five bucks?”
“I don't usually accept tips but yeah sure why not, I don't get payed enough at this job.”
I caught up with my dad as we scanned our tickets and walked in the park.
*After the game* I guess our good luck didn't run out cause the Red Sox won the game against the Indians 7-3. I got to the car and passed
*Flash Back*
*8 Hours before the game* I woke up from the sound of my dad yelling at me saying, “Do you want to go to the Red Sox game or not?” “What do you mean it’s like eight o’clock.” I said in a confused way. “Yeah, how about you check the time smart one.” “Oh shit!” I screamed. …show more content…
One beautiful sunny morning shattering into darkness? We didn’t have anytime. Going back home then coming back isn’t an option the game would be over. I just stared at the walls of Fenway Park and thought to myself maybe another day. So this was it, three-hundred dollars or more down the drain. I looked up and got lost in the beautiful twilight of the sky before coming back to reality and thinking how we would be able to still go to the game. Apparently my uncle was smarter than us because he was already walking in the other direction. I didn't have a clue where he was going. When we finally caught up to him he was standing in front of a booth called the “Will Call” booth. “You guys forget your tickets?” The girl at the booth said to us. How did she know does this happen a lot to people?
“Yeah, what do we do to get them back?” I said
“Just give me your credit card number.” My uncle handed her his card and she pressed some buttons and gave us four tickets. I shuffled through my stuff and my pockets and tried to find some money. I found five bucks and asked her,
“You accept tips?”
“Is this your first game or something?
“Yeah, will you just take the five bucks?”
“I don't usually accept tips but yeah sure why not, I don't get payed enough at this job.”
I caught up with my dad as we scanned our tickets and walked in the park.
*After the game* I guess our good luck didn't run out cause the Red Sox won the game against the Indians 7-3. I got to the car and passed