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It was in the middle of the summer and the heat was setting in on everyone. Baseball was the summer sport for the town of Pine Island. My team was so good that year that we got first in a tournament that qualified us for state. The first half of the summer, up until mid July, had been hot, dry, and filled with a lot of 13 and 14 year old kids that knew how to play baseball. We had a lot talent and were ready to put that talent to test in our state tournament. Not many kids are able to go through the thrill of going to state with a team that they love to play on. The morning of the state tournament we woke up, packed our bags with the sun half way over the horizon, and headed off to the state tournament. When we got to the field to play our first state tournament baseball game, we were thrilled. We arrived at an amatuer baseball team stadium ready to play Apple Valley. Walking into this stadium was like walking into and MLB stadium except with a lot less fans. Just being here was the coolest thing I could’ve asked for. After doing the national anthem and getting all of the butterflies out we started the game. …show more content…
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The announcer began announcing our team to start the introduction for the game. Since I was the lead-off batter, my name was echoed over the park first. It was at this time that the feeling elevated; the feeling that makes every baseball field so special. As my teammates yelled for me, while I ran to the nearest baseline and faced the crowd, the feeling gave me goose bumps and raised the hairs on the back of my neck. The feeling is so amazing that it will keep me playing baseball for as long as possible because it makes my love for the sport that much more. I can't even begin to explain the complex feeling I get when I walk on a baseball field, but that feeling will always be cherished and hopefully when I pass on my love of baseball to others, they will too understand what that special diamond makes me feel like.
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