The burning scorch of summer is harsh at times, but it breathes life into the public. One of the many things summer brings is games, those of which include football, soccer, volleyball, and most importantly baseball. In my little city we manage to have a professional team for baseball, the Low A Quad City River Bandits stationed out at Modern Woodman park. As I enter my car and travel to work for them that burn of summer I briefly mentioned attacks, sweat beats down my brow and my only savior comes from air flow as I drive to downtown Davenport for the Bandits. Upon pulling into the stadium there are long lines of lumbering fans waiting to get their tickets or to get into the stadium. As I approach the staff door there are usually a few …show more content…
And begin finding their seats and the buying food from various other stands. The selection here is diverse, and a trained nose can pick apart smells and determine what we have, some smells that accompany the area are burgers, hotdogs, pretzels, funnel cakes, popcorn, and my personal favorite polish-sausage. Me and Nick are ready for the massive crowd to get their popcorn because we are a stadium favorite. We sell our popcorn until we are almost out then it 's time to make some more, this popcorn popping process will be happening all night due to the amount of people who want out product, which sometimes can reach into a staggering 7,000 …show more content…
This goes on for the entirety of the night as our line seems to be almost forever endless. We are so busy that we don’t have a chance to see the game, and eventually when we catch a break we turn around and look. The whole stadium filled with fans wearing different clothing creates a Jackson Pollock-esque look to it, and on the field I can see the nice trimmed grass with Bandit’s players on it some of which are splattered in dirt from running the bases, and on the brightly lit scoreboard I read BANDITS-6