My gocart and baseball.

My Gocart and Baseball

In life there are many things that can be determined as valuable or valueless. Can you understand what the difference is between things that you can put a price on and the things that are just plain priceless.
I walk out onto the freshly mowed grass, and smoothed dirt, and just stare at it. The beautiful infield just waiting to be run on, and get the dirt flung everywhere; the sign of a great game, and the best thing to start off a perfect summer.
I start off by preparing the field for the game. I need to put the bases in, rake the infield and the pitchers mound, and get all the equipment out and neatly set it aside. I position the end of the bat in the chained fence so the hang there. The baseballs are then emptied into a 5 gallon bucket and set next to the dugout. While we wait for the other team to come, we grab are gloves and spread out along the right field sideline and start throwing back and forth.
When the game finally starts I take the field first. Catching grounders and pop flies I am gracefully running and diving all over the right side of the field. Then the hitting comes. Fastballs change-ups, and curveballs quickly dancing around the strike zone. I get a good pitch and swing as hard as I can. I hear the ping of the ball meeting the bat and look up to see where the ball is. I don’t see it in my first glance, so I start my stride. I look down at first base, my place of savior, and see the fielder running toward it. I look up again to see where the ball is and I see it fall just over the shortstop's head. I take a wide turn and take a couple extra steps after I reach the bag toward second base. Once I see the ball thrown back in by the left fielder, I side-step back to first base. This game, this game right here, is about having fun and about the love for the game.


I grab the plastic lever and jerk it back from forward to reverse. I put my foot on the gas and slowly and carefully back out of the garage. I grab the lever again, this time throwing it in the opposite direction, forward. Forward is the direction I am going and hope I will never have to stop.
My go-cart is dark blue, with 2 seats accustomed with seatbelts. There is a role cage in case you accidentally flip or role over on the side of the go-cart , as it has happened in the past. There is a small brake light on the tail end of the machine, and two headlights on the front. It has four 12 inch tires that can turn up to 40 miles per hour. Normally because gas is so expensive you think it would be a problem to be driving all the time, but at 40 miles to the gallon it is also very affordable to ride.
To drive a go-cart you need a lot of land, and that’s exactly what I’ve got. My huge yard opens up into an enormous field that is awesome to drive on and contains a driving range for golfers and its funny to drive on. Sometimes the people aim for you and it's a lot of fun.
I love both my go-cart and baseball for the same and different reasons. The same because they both allow me to have fun. I enjoy them for mainly different reasons though. My go-cart allows me to get away from it all and I can do whatever I want, be free. But playing baseball allows me to spend time with friends, be aggressive and competitive, and learn some new things.My go-cart and playing baseball both allow me to have a good time, baseball more competitively and my go-cart by relaxation.