Narrative, and book talk.

This is my baseball narrative, the story fell into the "S" category. ENJOY!

Alex Danielson                 Baseball On A Friday Night

Baseball, I don’t like much of it at all.  In America there is a league called Major League Baseball. Thirty teams play in the league, from all around America. Nine players on a team. Stadiums that are usually for baseball cost four million, and can hold up to at least fifty-thousand people. Players can earn up to 2.5 million dollars. Every team has their own name, personality, and song. For me, the sport is too boring. My life just wondered into baseball when my mom suggested going to a Twins game at Target Field, Minnesota. My feelings drained like a drying up river. My mom knew I extremely disliked baseball, but she soothed my feelings by telling me that it will be fine. 

My name is Alex Danielson; I was born somewhere you wouldn’t expect. My blonde hair always stands out more than everyone else’s. By my face, it looks like I am Scandinavian, with my blue eyes. Having a soccer ball in my hands at all times is what I love to do. To have a swimsuit on and be swimming has always been a favorite of mine. Truly, baseball will never be a fan of mine, what’s the point anyway.

What my eyes saw as we arrives at the field where seats and seats, looking like they go on forever, as if they were stairs to the sky. The baseball fans screaming for the ball like babies crying for a toy they want. Barrage colored grass being tread on by players. Halls of concessions crowded with people. A Jumbo Screen up high shows a close up of what is happening on the diamond field.

Baseball can get very slow. People leave if the game isn’t interesting. Baseball ends in the night, so everyone is tired of hearing almost zilch cracks. When the pitcher throws the ball, the bat makes a loud “crack” when it meets the ball. Some guys fall a sleep during games! Why does baseball have to be four hours long, I don't have time for that?

My feet will never step foot in a baseball stadium again! My mom probably read my mind; she started to cheer me up straight away. My opinion about baseball did not change at all. If I had fallen a sleep in front of everybody, I definitely would of gotten in trouble. But my mind fell a sleep 30 minutes after the game started. I don’t get how people watch baseball. It’s not amusing or cool at all.

My mind was full of regrets. But well, in the end of lots of stories a good thing happens, so I guess that the good things is that I got to go and my family had fun.