My First Cubs Paragraph

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I remember everything about my first Cubs game although it was a few years ago. My dad and I went to the game on a Saturday in spring, a bright sunny day. We traveled by train to the ballpark because my dad said it would be hard to drive through all that traffic.

He was right about how crowded it would be. When we go there people were walking in the street and cars were moving so slowly. I was only eight and not very tall, so it was hard to see over the people who crowded the street. Finally we got to the entrance, and then we went to our seats after we handed in our tickets. We had tickets that were for seats far back, and it seemed like I climbed forever to get to them. When we got there I realized that even though we were at the upper …show more content…

People around us were clapping and shouting. The man next to me said, “This is going to be the year. This is the year they're going all the way.”
My dad said to him “Let's hope this is the one.” But then he whispered to me “I think he is too hopeful. We’ll have to wait and see. I always start the year thinking they'll win the World Series, but then I remember last year. They started the season winning and after that, they had a long losing streak.”
“Hey, hey, hey!” The Cubs batter hit the ball that soared out of the ball park. Soon after that, I heard “Hot dogs!” “Peanuts!” I looked and saw a vendor with a big tray hanging from his shoulders full of hot dogs in plastic wrap and bags of peanuts.
“Two hot dogs”, my dad shouted and he gave the man next to us $4 to pass along the man with the hot dogs. He sent back two steaming hot dogs.
“This is great” I said to my dad as I started to eat my hot dog.
“Not so great” he said. “We just stuck out. This inning is not a winning …show more content…

The batter has to predict what the angle of the ball will be and determine if it will be a good one to swing at or if he should just let it go past. The batter has seconds to make that decision. The batter has to keep his eye on the ball and guess. So baseball is a game of skills and choices.”
It continued that way for the rest of the game, with us enjoying the food, and my dad saying “maybe next time” each time a player swung at a bad pitch. We bought peanuts, we even got another hot dog. I had never eaten such delicious hot dogs. We’d hope every time a batter started out, and then were disappointed as one by one they struck out and retired on the bench. After all, it was a really pleasant day with great food, fine weather, and special time with my dad. The final score was 7 to 0, so it was nine innings of hoping and then losing. We were disappointed about that score, but otherwise it was a perfect

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