Post cuatro

   Once Monday was up and running, everything was great. The grass was just cut and the lines were freshly painted. The holes were covered, but the best part was that it was game day.

   As we played, I realized that the east side of the field was not as messed up at the grass on the west side. Also, the ball moves and slides a lot fast on the short grass rather than the longer one. The next thing I realized that was annoying was that the quantity of geese poop was starting to increase once again. I hate it because when you fall it get stained all over the place. But lucky for me my mother does my laundry. 

  On Thursday when we had no more practice it felt weird because usually at that time I did my observation we would be starting practice. It was the first time I've seen a flock of geese on the field. That would explain all the geese poop from discovered the previous days.

Update week 2

   This week there was a lot of bird poop and feathers lying around. One would say that all you can hear is the noise of traffic made by the cars, going 65 mph or so.  

   I felt the burning sun pounding against my back the first two days and the other three it was shining right at me. Every time before practice the grass is wet. The little grass that's left has been abused several time. It's not treated the way it's supposed to especially to those who say it's their home. But also the love and passion for the sport played on it has over powered it.

   The last day I decided to do something different and look at the field from the outside in. I sat next to the yellow recycling bin (facing north towards the field). First thing somebody would notice is the gray fence straight ahead of them. It was so hot but there's a breeze that felt amazing when it would hit. The main difference I recognize from the inside and outside was that the grass isn't treated the same. For example, the grass is super long and there's trash all over it. When the inside one is always getting cut, watered, and taken care of when season isn't in action. Then one would see there's two different entrances right next to one another. One is perhaps for trucks to fit through,most likely for softball, and the other for normal people to enter.

Memories

   As I sit on the bleachers I get all these memories that have long passed. I remember the first time I stepped into the field during voluntary practice in the summer of 2011. I thought it was the biggest field ever. There were seniors in one corner, messing around, enjoying themselves and then there was me. I was nervous, unsure of what the coach would think of me. I didn't feel as bad though, knowing that I wasn't the only freshman going out for the first time. Not only that, but my brother was there for me, incase anything went wrong. 

    That practice started at 3:30 pm and I was there by 3 pm trying to make an impression, proving that I cared for the sport. As I put on my socks a bunch of thoughts ran through my head. I was scared of getting pushed around by the older guys. I didn't speak to anyone while I changed because I didn't know what to say or how to react. Then the clock struck 3:30 pm and it was time to train.
  Everyone stood up and lined up. We did what was required to do that practice, then it was over. That day I realized something. Thats the place where I wanted to be for the rest of my high school years. Nobody was picking on the freshmen and everyone had the same ambition, which was to make the team.