Q. What is your favorite sport? Why? Describe one memory you have of the game. Support your claims with reasons and examples.
My favorite sport was always baseball. Baseball is so soaked in America it reminds me of very positive feelings, and an ongoing baseball game looks nothing like anything else.
My memories of baseball are fond, but these memories contrast. Baseball should be on the flag. Our baseball traditions are deep in the root structure of the beef cut that America is. Baseball tells of underdogs that, once saturated with corporate influence, become a yawn. When a daily object looms very consistently in our minds, its value decreases, even if real life markets make baseball more expensive. Corporate hands attempt teaching us how to bat, placing corporate hands in an overlap. Grab the bat and the players freeze. Figurines dot the diamond. Each pitch is called money. Baseball mirrors American landscapes in every era.
Baseball's look is another reason I'm attracted to it. These small status glimpsed through the camera's vague eye. As very small, we viewers watch as large odds and gargantuan stadiums crawl into the repression of human ideas. The players are ugly eggs in the large beautiful stadium. Players transform into flat objects reminding us of people. As two-dimensional names with jerseys, we assume easily that their goal is to entertain us. Service. All other humans then become conduits for our gratification. If you aren't running after a ball or hitting one, you do not make up my entertainment. You are watching it fly over your head.
I'm reminded of a miraculous triple play in our game against the Phillies. We had an agenda to win, the ball was hit, and the triple play was turned. It was a triple play on errors. We won. We felt at the top of the little league world.