Favorite place

My favorite place has to be Fenway Park, home of the Boston Red Sox. I

love baseball so much, and the Red Sox are my favorite team. What other

place could I call the BEST? The sight of the green monster just amazes

me. I love how they made it so high with seats on the top. With seats on

the top of the monster, you might even get lucky enough and catch a

homerun. The smell of the food reminds me of a cheap restaurant with

greasy smells. Hot dogs, French Fries, Wings. You name it. It may make

me sick afterwards, but I love it still. When I just look at the field

it makes me feel alive. Seeing a Red Sox player get a homerun is a sight

I could never forget. I can hear the swish as the crushed ball flies

past me and into the waiting hands of a lucky fan. Here in the place of

greats, the place of victors, I just want to play some day. The variety

of different kinds of people is just fabulous. I love watching people

who just came because they were forced to, people who probably don’t

understand baseball at all. Then, there are fans like me. Die hard, hate

to see your team lose, yell at the umps if they make a bad call fans.

Those are the most special type of fans I love. Someday I want to be the

hero at Fenway, hitting the home run to go to the World Series, maybe

even being the MVP. Someday I can see myself doing the impossible-making

it to the MLB. It is most likely impossible, but childhood dreams are

meant to come true.  

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