A Great Day in Camden Yards Personal Narrative
A Great Day in Camden Yards Personal Narrative
The sun was beaming down on me as I walked through Camden Yards . The smell of hot dogs and Cracker Jacks filled the air , and I was eager to get to my seat and watch the Orioles beat the Nationals .
Earlier that week my grandparents had given me and my brother a generous surprise . … We were going to the Orioles game !
As we made our journey to our seats , my excitement grew and grew . While walking , I noticed something , “ Look , our seats are right next to the dugout !” In my mind , this meant a chance to do something I ’ ve wanted to do since my first ever MLB game , acquire an official baseball !
When I got to my seat and ate some delicious ballpark food , of course , I plotted . “ Can I go to the dugout to watch the pitchers ?!” I asked my grandma while wiping ketchup off my face . “ Sure , just stay close ,” she replied . I eagerly ran to the dugout hoping to get a good view of the pitchers warming up . I got there and saw a mob of black and orange , and I knew what I had to do .
“ Excuse me , excuse me , sorry .” That was the sound of me trying to squeeze my way through the crowd .
Finally , I was at the bar of the dugout , where I could look over and ask for a ball . The only problem was , how should I ask ? What do I do , what do I do ? I was so nervous , the sweat on my palms felt like the entire Nile River .
I quickly looked around and assessed the situation . Okay , I thought to
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