So this story is really, really, really short, but I felt like writing it. Hope you like it. This is my first attempt at a first person point of view. Hope I didn't do to bad. Disclamer: I don't own anything
I stepped out onto the neatly kept diamond. The dirt around the bases had been raked and was free of any cleat marks. The grass had been mowed and watered and was dark green and just below my ankles. I shouldn't have been out here, but it's my first day on the Los Angeles Dodgers, who wouldn't be out here on their first day?
I sighed. This was so much different then the old sandlot I use to play on. The grass their had been dead or, if not dead, very faded. The dirt was rarely, if ever, raked. I looked over at the dugouts. They were bright, colorful, and had a welcoming look. But I liked the sandlot's dugout better. Sure it may have been run down and not the best dugout in the world, but it was where we had all gotten together and played ball and rested when we were tired.
The stadium from the field is huge! I remember once, when I was young, my Dad brought me here for a game. I had been so excited and that had been the best day of my life. At least until the gang and I had been forced to outwit the beast.
Yes, this stadium was definitely different then sandlot. Even my teammates are different. They don't play for the love of the game like we did. They play, well from what I can tell so far, to be famous and to be on TV. I sure wish that Smalls and Squints and Yeah-Yeah and everyone had made it to the big leagues too. But I'm the only one here. It's kind of scary to tell the truth, being all alone I mean.
I take that back. I'm not all alone. Smalls is the announcer for our games, but I am all alone on the team.
I sigh again.
"So this is the big leagues." I think as I walk back into the locker rooms to prepare for my first game as Los Angeles Dodger.