Something Beautiful
October 3, 2007
The Stadium
By Mr. Mikkelson
What a beautiful moment it was for me to be blinded by a sea of bright green as I strolled through the cavernous dark tunnel to the basball field. I had gone from the sweet sugary smell of the cotton candy to the stale smell of the dried peanut shells that were scattered on the ground. It may not sound beautiful, but the cruncheddy-crunch-crunch under my shoes only added to the glorious experience I was having. I looked up from the ground to see my beloved Milwaukee Brewers warming up for a game against the Cleveland Indians. The leisurely way that my baseball heroes were tossing the ball around looked like a symphony of motions coming together for some sort of random perfection.
Once my father sat me down, I was able to take in all of the sights that were before my eyes. Sun beams snaked their way through the façade of the stadium to cast light onto the field. The light showed the dirt which looked so smooth that it appeared to have been raked by a feather broom. Along the dirt I could see straight foul lines made of the whitest chalk I had ever seen. It was as if Mother Nature had drenched the chalk in the purest pale paint ever. What caught my eyes the most was not the infield though, as beautiful as it was.
The grass that had been the first thing I noticed was now hypnotizing me in my seat, with its meticulously checkered patterns. You would have thought that they would have had to use food coloring to make the forest green and soft green contrasting colors that weaved in and out of each other. My front lawn never looked that neat after I cut it. The blades of grass looked like real, actual blades; they were cut soooo sharp and straight. This lush and vibrant green carpet that was laid before my eyes looked just perfect enough for my sacred Brewers to take foot on.
