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Narrative Essay
I was about eight or nine and I was so excited. I couldn’t wait to see my favorite team play. My parents took me to see my first baseball game. I remember it very clearly, the Oakland A’s were playing the Los Angles Angles in Oakland. The Oakland A’s were my favorite team at the time, and my favorite pitcher, Barry Zito, was on the mound that day. He is on the Giants right now but when he was on the A’s he was part of a fantastic trio of pitchers which included Mark Mulder and Tim Hudson.
When I arrived at the stadium I was amazed to see how big it was. My parents did not care about baseball that much, the only reason they took me was because I begged and pleaded for weeks. When my parents haded me my ticket to enter the stadium I felt like I was holding a million bucks. When I saw the field my jaw dropped. ”The field looked so much smaller on the T.V.!” I shouted. The food made it so much better, I had a huge hot dog there loaded with toppings. The game went into extra innings and the A’s ended up winning. I was seated right above the home dugout and at the end of the game Barry Zito threw me a ball and later on I got it signed by Bobby Crosby. That was not the end of the night though it happened to be firework night on the same game. I was amazed by the explosions and I thought that was the best day of my life.
