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On an unusually warm, November morning, Dad and I waited for a train to Chicago to attend the 2016 Cubs World Series Parade; I was thrilled to finally get close to the Cub players and the World Series trophy. Little did I know that seven million people were also attending the parade that warm November day. During this adventure my dad and I got to know each other and became super close. The train arrived at the crowded train station, and we headed for downtown Chicago, Illinois. While on the train Cub fans chanted, “Go Cubs Go!” The singing was so loud you could feel the vibrations from the voices under your feet. I was amazed at how many people sang with gusto for such a long period of time. We arrived at Union Station with devoted Cub
fans singing and cheering as they disembarked from the train. We weaved our way to Michigan Avenue for the historic parade. We located the red, double-decker buses heading down the crowded avenue. Fans cheered so loud the ground shook violently because of the ruckus. Then Dad said, “Look Ben!” and he pointed to the World Series trophy shining for all seven million people to see. It thrilled my heart to see the historic trophy gleaming in the sunlight as one of the Cub players held the award high over his head. We left the crowded parade as it continued to Grant Park where the festivities concluded. Tired and famished, we walked to the historic Union League Club for lunch. We ate a baseball-themed lunch of delicious hot dogs, juicy, Italian beef sandwiches and cookies that resembled the iconic Cubs team. Once satiated Dad and I located a comfortable chair and watched TV; the Cub players were giving speeches from Grant Park. We muddled our way to Union Station and waited about two hours just to get on the departing train. I am not sure my Dad and I would attend another parade in the city of Chicago because we were hemmed in by raucous people and only had a fleeting glimpse of the 2016 Cubs World Series trophy. While on this amazing adventure I think I can say that spending time with my dad was better than anything in the world. However, we can confidently say we were a part of the historic Cub parade.
These social connections and sense of community created by the team for the fans, is a key factor in fan experience (Fairley & Tyler, 2012). The final solution addressed in this paper is one that will aim to create both a sense of community and social environment outside of the ballpark. Marketing executives of the Braves should consider setting up off-site locations so non-game attendees
America, and the world love sport; there are hundreds of types, but the one thing that links them all together is the emotion. For players and fans alike, the emotional involvement with the game is what draws them to it; and for Americans, there is one sport in particular that ignites their passion – baseball. Baseball has been called “America’s pastime” for a reason; the suspense, drama, and pride wrapped up in this game have captivated generations. The poem, “Casey at the Bat” effectively captures the emotion tied into the sport of baseball. “Casey at the Bat” is a poem about the last inning of a Mudville baseball game. The team is down two points, and the first two of their batters had already been sent back to the dugout. However, luck seemed to be on their side, the next two batters reached base, and the best hitter on the team was up to bat; Casey. The confident-cocky Casey let the first two balls go by; both were strikes. Then the last pitch came, the crowed held their breath as Casey took a swing; and to quote the poem, “but there is no joy in Mudville -- mighty Casey has struck out.” There are two distinct psychological personalities present in this poem; these emotional beings are the audience and Casey. The actions and words of both shed light on each others personality and mental state during that final, historical inning.
Abner Doubleday may not have known that his game would change people, cities, and an entire nation, but that happened to Milwaukee and the United States. Milwaukee’s “first” baseball game played in 1859, ended after three innings with a score of 40-35 (Mishler 1). Yet, that was only the beginning of Milwaukee’s love affair with baseball. Fans have cheered for Bears, Brewers and Braves, among others. Through thick and thin, Milwaukeeans have supported their heroes and the heroes have given it right back; this is the story of Milwaukee and its main love, baseball.
The Great War rages on. An influenza epidemic claims the lives of several Americans. But, the Boston Red Sox have done it again. Last night, in a 2-1 victory over the Chicago Cubs at Fenway Park (thanks to Carl Mays' three-hitter), the Boston Red Sox won their fifth World Series championship--amid death and disease, a reason to live ... Babe Ruth and the 1918 Red Sox. If I die today, at least I lived to see the Sox win the championship. For, it could be a long, long, time before this happens again.
My senior year of baseball was quickly coming to an end. I knew the only games we had left were the playoff games. It was the first round of the state playoffs. We were the fourth seed, so we had to play a number one seed. I knew it was going to put our team to the test, but I knew we had a chance to beat them. We had a good last practice before game day, and I felt confident in my team and felt like we were ready for the game.
Baseball, America’s pastime, is embedded in the fabric of society. The players and teams have come and gone, but the thing that remains constant is baseball’s ability to unite people as well as families. My own personal experience of this came right after September 11th, 2001. Following the tragedy that was 9/11, the country needed something to help everyone return to normalcy. In our moment of weakness and uncertainty, baseball helped calm my nerves. Fifty three thousand three hundred and twelve brothers stood up in unison and took back their lives. The electricity of that game, the sense of regularity in my life, and the knowledge that millions of people were finding comfort together with me during such a hard time, helped me feel a sense of closure that the worst was behind us.
Several summers ago, I made my first All-Star baseball team for a local little league. When I heard that I was picked, I was overwhelmed with happiness. A lot of my friends and teammates in years past had made the team, but never me. I was finally selected by the head coach of the All-Star team, and considered it quite an honor.
As a kid, I was born and raised to love the great game of baseball. Many young kids have had dreams to become professional athletes, and achieve prestigious awards/ titles. Like many kids I’ve always dreamed of becoming a professional baseball player. As a younger kid with my head in the clouds, I never really knew what it was like to put my actual blood, sweat, and tears into something I loved, until my worst season I had ever played. This whole story starts in the beginning of my ninth grade baseball season. It started out different from every other year because, of course I was a freshman. This was the first year I had ever practiced with the varsity squad, it was much more difficult, but I still figured I was going to do great. After weeks
If you have ever met me, or know me, you would know that I love sports, and you would know my favorite sport of all time is baseball, and that my favorite sports team is Boston Red Sox. I am what you call a die-hard Red Sox fan; you can compare me as Red Sox fan to actor Jimmy Fallon’s character in the movie, Fever Pitch. My strong love for the Red Sox comes from my step-dad Phil. Phil has always been like a second father to me since he and my mom got together, back in early 2000s. Phil is always trying to teach and help me learn from my mistakes, and I have made my share of them. Nevertheless, I also cherish the moments I spend with him at Red Sox games. The experiences I have at Red Sox games are moments in my life, I will never forget, that I will always remember, One game in particular I most remember is my first Red Sox game at Fenway Park.
It all began one day when I was six years old. My dad and I were playing catch at my grandparents house in the yard. I decided that I wanted to pitch so I told my dad to crouch down like a catcher. As I began to pitch I would try to imitate my favorite pitcher at the time, Cardinal starter, Chris Carpenter. My grandpa would sit in a chair by the window and watch me throw. After throwing a few pitches my grandpa decided that he wanted to come outside. With his walker, he made his slow walk outside to get a closer look at me. “I think we’ve got something here” he said to my dad as I continued to pitch. From that moment on, I always wanted to pitch in front of him just to listen to what he would have to say about me.
When the notion of baseball comes to mind, a feeling of nostalgia and tradition come to me. Many of my feelings and memories originate from my childhood. I remember a beautiful summer day. My dad and I arrived at the baseball stadium to watch the game. We walked up the concrete walkway inside the stadium. The concrete walls and floors made my surroundings drab and grey. Finally, we made it to entrance into the stadium. I came out of the dark tunnels into the bright sunlight. The first thing to catch my eye was the vivid rush of color. Underneath the fluffy white clouds and their deep blue canvas, I could look down and see players in vibrant red and blue uniforms warming up for the game. The well-watered grass on the field was a brighter green than any other grass I had seen. The outfield seemed to be so perfect. It appeared that each blade had been cut by hand. The edge of the infield, where the dark, watered-down dirt met the intensely green grass was a precise and well-defined contrast. We sat down and I took in my surroundings. There were men walking up and down the stairs selling various concessions. They had peanuts, beer, soda, ice cream, popcorn, and many other tempting treats. The players soon finished their warm-ups and the crowd became frenzied with excitement. The game was about to start.
Growing up, I have always had a passion for baseball. To me, it is much more than just a sport. There have been times when it has acted as an escape from many problems in my life, as I feel that when I am on the diamond, nothing can hurt me. I am aware that many people feel this way about the sport they love, but sadly their careers often come to an abrupt end due to injury. I have a personal connection to this experience. The summer before my fourth grade year I was attending a basketball camp at Davidson College, when in the final seconds of a scrimmage game, my ankle was kicked out from under me. I immediately fell to the ground in pain as my ankle rolled over on itself. Coaches aided me in limping off of the court and to the training room
A travel of over 3000 miles for some, a 210 mile drive for me, just to arrive at the biggest gathering of over 1,500 twelve year olds; all just to play baseball. The only place that would be suitable for such an event is Cooperstown Dream Parks, every baseball players heaven. Cars have come to Cooperstown from everywhere for this week long tournament. I met children my age from all over the United states. I became friends with kids from Ohio, Illinois, California, I even met a player from Puerto Rico who barely spoke any english. The windows of everyone 's car decorated with the names and numbers of teams and players. Excited baseball teams spill from their Barracks and hustle toward the already crowded seating area. Festive music played over
“That’s a popup, right side, Rizzo can’t make the catch,” Buck said. “And here we are in an NLCS with a ball down the line, albeit the other side of Wrigley, where a catch, a ball, in this case went in and out of the glove of Anthony Rizzo, and he overreached, it hit him in the heel of the glove.” FOX announcer for the World Series Joe Buck had a negative view on the Cubs their entire post season. Every comment that was said was said in a negative and discouraging manner. This caused many people to take his side and doubt anything the Cubs would be able to do. It also caused people to go against him and route for the Cubs even more. (Rosenthal).
There are many sports played across the country such as football, basketball, and baseball. Many families spend countless hours participating and watching sports all for the love of the game. Today, sports consume most people’s everyday lives. People have become fascinated with one sport in particular (“Baseball History…”). Baseball, America’s favorite past time, was created over 150 years ago evolving as necessary, and has been home to a myriad of teams and players, some of whom have left indelible marks upon the game.