Last year, when I was in sixth grade, my family and I went to a baseball game at the Angels Stadium. It has become a recent tradition in my family to go to one game every year. The Angels are my family’s favorite team, specifically my father, so as you can imagine, he was very excited to go and see his favorite players in action. The stadium is in Phoenix, so when we arrived it was swelteringly hot. It was almost like the heat was radiating off of everybody that was in the crowded parking lot. As we fought to get to our seats, all I could think was “and now it begins.” I’m not the hugest fan of baseball, but since it made my father so happy, I was glad to be there for him.
When we finally made inside the stadium, I was already sweaty, hot,