No I have not gone crazy and think it is Christmas again. I am talking about Opening day here in Cleveland, Ohio. I look forward to this day all winter long. It is the day I get to see my Cleveland Indians take the field. There is a renewed sense of hope in the air. Hope that we will go all the way and win the World Series.
Baseball has been a huge part of my life since I was a little girl. Both my mom and dad loved baseball so I have distinct memories of watching it on television. My dad would always tell me of his adventures of going to the old stadium to see games. My mom even has a ball signed by all the players from 1954. My grandfather gave it to her since they shared baseball together, plus my uncles would have probably lost it. I even used to play tee ball and softball.
It was not until the Cleveland Indians moved to Jacob's Field in 1994 that I got to attend my first game. I was nine years old and excited beyond belief. I went with both my mom and dad, and even though our seats were way at the top, it was an experience I will never forget. The fact that they won made it even better.
I have been many times since then, and recently last summer I attended 5 games. That was the most ever in one season. I went with my mom four times and my aunt the other. I love going to the ballpark and hope to this season. I love hearing the sounds of the ballgame the most. From the crack of the bat to the whoosh of a strike going over the plate. I love hearing the crowd cheering loudly and the vendors shouting "Peanuts, hot dogs, Ice cold beer". The food is even amazing. Who doesn't love hot dogs with peanuts and crackerjacks. Now that I am old enough even a nice cold beer on a warm summer night makes the experience special.
So today on Opening Day I saw "GO TRIBE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"