Your Fondest Memories

Here’s a little diversion for the rest of my co-bloggers and our readership.  Forget our rivalry for the moment.  Forget the Red Sox’ incompetence in the clutch and the Yankees’, uh, incompetence.  What’s the most memorable game you’ve ever been to?  Not the most memorable game you’ve ever seen. Simply, the most vivid contest for which you’ve been fortunate enough to be, as they say, in the house.  Mine is below the jump.

I have two games which contend for the honor, but one takes the cake.  The first contender was a game against the Twins in 1990.  In this game, the Sox grounded into two triple plays.  Both TPs, the first by Tom Brunansky in the fourth inning, the second by Jody Reed in the eighth, came on 5-4-3 shots to Gary Gaetti, forwarded on to Al Newman and then to Kent Hrbek.  The Sox ended up winning the game 1-0.  This was the first occurrence and still the only game in baseball history in which there have been two triple plays, and I attended it with my Dad.  At the moment Reed hit into his triple play in the eighth we glanced at each other and then speculated that such an occurrence had never happened before in the history of baseball.  It turns out we were right.  A few months later my Dad got me a framed copy of the Globe’s sportspage and the attendant boxscore, memorializing this historic event we had seen.  It was one of those "you never know what you’ll see when your in the park" moments which makes baseball such a wonderful game.  However, it’s hard to lean on a contest where your own team does something ignominious as the most memorable.  So my game has to be from 1988, during the "Morgan Magic" stretch.

In July of 1988, the Sox were playing pitiful baseball.  John McNamara, a skipper of such incompetence that even the word "incompetence" didn’t adequately define his abilities, was fired in July of the ’88 season.  Joe Morgan, the third base coach at the time, took over for McNamara and the team went on an instant tear, winning 12 straight and 19 of 20.  They vaulted from fourth to first, and took the division.  Eventually swept by the Oakland A’s, the team assumed a spot in the annals of legendary Sox’ squads.  The game that I attended fell smack in the middle of that amazing run on July 20th, a contest against the Minnesota Twins (them again!), won in extra innings by the bat of Todd Benzinger.

There are two elements of this game that stick out.  The first and most obvious thing is the come-from-behind drama of a game-winning homer; that typically trumps almost anything, memory-wise.   But this night was a little different.  The Sox, who had already won six straight after the All-Star break, were in danger of a momentum-buster – Roger Clemens had blown a 5-0 lead and the Twins scored single runs in both the eighth and ninth, Lee Smith coughing up the game-tying tally in the last frame of regulation.  In the tenth, the Twins scored another pair, after Morgan inexplicably left the Human Sweat Machine™ in to face five more batters despite having faced six guys in the ninth.   In the bottom of the inning, walks to Mike Greenwell and Spike Owen sandwiched a popout by Ellis Burks.  Jody Reed doubled in Gator, and Benzinger then rocketed a drive to right, winning the game for the Sox and maintaining Morgan’s Magic Momentum.   

But there’s a supplemental reason this night was so memorable – game winning homers are great, but not necessarily life-altering.  During this game, Jim Rice and Joe Morgan famously got in a heated argument and eventually a shoving match, in the runway behind the dugout.  But that wasn’t the moment, despite the Martin/Jackson redux ten years later: the shoving match only came to light (particularly to those of us sitting behind the Sox’ dugout) after the game.  It was something else:  in the bottom of the tenth inning, a cheer arose on the third base side of Fenway.  My family’s season tickets are directly opposite, just underneath the overhang on the first base side. Looking over to that part of the park, I scanned for fisticuffs.  Having grown up going to Bruins games at the old Boston Garden, mid-action cheers from the stands meant one of two things: boorish drunks hooting at any woman under the age of 40, or a fight.  I assumed the latter.  But it wasn’t a fight.  And it wasn’t Morganna or Margo Adams.  It was a fan shimmying down the guidewire that held up the netting behind home plate. Hanging like a tree sloth, about twenty feet above the crowd out past the visitor’s dugout, this man appeared, even from great distances, to be extremely inebriated (as I was a college junior and 19 at the time, I recognized this condition quite readily). Slowly he made his way down towards the netting behind home plate. All the while, the bottom of the tenth rally was in progress, and it wasn’t until the fan got quite close to the netting at home plate (he took breaks about every thirty feet or so to both rest and throw his arms in a windmill motion in a gratuitous effort to pump up the crowd) that the umpires stopped the game.  That he had made it all the way to home  plate was something of a miracle: clearly drunk, I assumed the stunt could only culminate in a two story drop into the lap of some poor season ticket holder, an injury awaiting.  But somehow, after a few minutes, the guy actually made it to the end of the line, literally. Before the 600 Club was constructed, this netting led directly up to the press box.  So while security guards waited anxiously in the stands (they followed this guy on the straight line of the guidewire, skipping over rails, seats, and aisles, ignoring the fans that occupied seats in their path), the fan clumsily rolled onto the protective net, where he began to jump up and down and run around.  Perhaps twenty seconds later, he began to scurry up the mesh towards the press box, where he finally climbed into the television booth.  I imagine at that point he was confronted with at least three or four beefy security guards and police officers, who "cajoled" him into custody.  Needless to say I don’t think he joined the postgame celebration at the Cask and Flagon.  Mere moments after the umpires restarted the game Benzinger hit his homer and Morgan Magic continued.  Larry Whiteside wrote in the Boston Globe the next day that "[M]ost of the 35,313 in the Fenway Park stands will only remember Todd Benzinger’s three-run homer with one out in the 10th inning that lifted Boston to a stirring 9-7 triumph over the Minnesota Twins".  Of course, I beg to differ.

30 comments… add one
  • SF, great post and descriptions.
    It’s hard for me to choose one. Right now, I’m remembering the Memorial Day Mel Hall walk-off homerun game. The Yanks were a mediocre team then as underscored by the fac that Hall probably batted clean-up that game. But I was in attendance and his walk-off homerun brought us all to a panicked jubilation.

    Nick-YF July 2, 2007, 3:59 pm
  • Is it bad form to say the Daisuke Matsuzaka debut game from this season? Opening Day of last season, with Curt Schilling starting, Ortiz hitting a home run and Papelbon bailing out Foulke in the late innings, was also cool. I’ll have to think. The Sox have only lost one time when I’ve seen them, and that was in 2004 (figures). I’ll get back to you.

    Paul SF July 2, 2007, 4:18 pm
  • 1999 Game #3 World Series. Pettitte Vs. Glavine. I was in the upper deck. When Curtis hit that HR off of Remlinger to win the game, I really thought the upper deck was going to detach and fall off. It was the loudest I ever heard the stadium Until….
    2003 Game #7 ALCS. I was in the bleachers in LF. I made a big sign out of an old black bed sheet “In Rocket We Trust.” Needless to say Rocket didn’t really figure in the outcome. It was the first time I have ever been at a game where the happiness spilled over into the streets of the Bronx and I am not talking outside the stadium, I am talking all the way home!
    I feel really privileged to have been at both.

    John - YF (Trisk) July 2, 2007, 4:24 pm
  • October 11, 2003. ALCS, Game 3, Pedro vs. Roger @ the Fens. You know the story: Garcia gets plunked. He ends up sliding hard into Walker. Manny flips out. Benches clear. The Gerbil attacks Pedro. Pedro does karate. Nelson and Garcia jump the groundskeeper. Sox end up losing.
    It was a wild day. I’ve never felt a buzz in the stadium like we did before that game. Petey on the mound, vengeance on everyone’s lips — there was an ache to see Roger get roughed up. But, the most memorable part of the day was just how loud and long everyone was chanting “ROOOOOOOOOGERRRRRRR! ROOOOOOOGERRRRRR!” in those early innings.
    It was deafening.
    As for the fight, we were back by the Pole, and had no idea it was Zimmer who went down (or who threw him). We had to wait for word of mouth to trickle back to us. (We did, however, have a clear shot of the bullpen fracas — including Garcia’s leap over the wall and ensuing cheap shot.)
    Can’t imagine I’ll ever see a game like it ever again. Outcome aside, it was pretty frakking amazing.

    Kluv (SF) July 2, 2007, 4:32 pm
  • If you’re talking Major League games — in April of 2005 I saw David Wells pitch 8 shutout innings (3 hits) for the Red Sox against the Orioles at Camden Yard. The Orioles were playing well at the time, and he just shut them down (the next week he got hurt in a loss to the O’s and went on the DL). It was also the first major league game I took my older two sons to (then 4 and 6).
    However, last summer my middle son (then 5) and I saw a lefty pitcher named Charlie Furbush throw a no-hitter for Hyannis in the Cape Cod League. That was absolutely the most memorable game I’ve been at.

    pastorsteve July 2, 2007, 4:43 pm
  • Does it count if neither the Sox or Yanks were playing? Or if the part that made it my favorite made millions of people cringe? Last May, some people we hardly knew from my son’s T-ball team gave us 4 tickets to the SF/Rockies game and my then-5 year old son kept asking if Barry would hit 715 that day. As much as we tried to lower his expectations, when I saw that Byung-Hyun Kim was pitching, I whispered to him, “Yeah, it’ll happen today”. When it happened, he yelled, “Mommy PROMISED he would!” And when the fireworks and streamers cleared, his two year old brother said, “Mommy, make him do it again!”

    rootbeerfloat July 2, 2007, 5:01 pm
  • October 4, 1995
    Game 2, AL Division Series
    This was the last game Don Mattingly ever played in Yankee Stadium. It was also the first playoff series he ever appeared in. I was 9 at the time, and Don Mattingly was far and away my favorite player. Not every kid gets to see his baseball hero play the last home game of his career, and in October no less. This was special.
    Bottom of the sixth inning, the Yankees are down by 1. Ruben Sierra (remember him?) hits a home run, tying it up. Mattingly steps up, and the crowd already starts buzzing. Everybody knows what this game means for Donny Baseball. And everybody is secretly (don’t jinx it!) hoping for back-to-back homers.
    And then, in one shot, Mattingly hits his last home run as a Yankee, and the first play-off home run of his career. He also put the Yanks ahead, 3-2.
    I simply cannot describe the noise that stadium made when he knocked that ball out of the park. I went to two playoff games in 1998, and still nothing came close to Mattingly’s homer. The floor was literally shaking, and it sounded like everybody in New York was chanting “DON-NY BASE-BALL!” It was so much better than just seeing them win- it was New York saying goodbye to The Captain.
    The Yankees went on to win that game in 15 innings, making it, at the time, the longest game in playoff history.
    It’s one of those moments that I know I’ll never top. There’s just no way. There was something special about Mattingly and the fans, and that moment crystallized it perfectly. I can’t imagine a better baseball moment.

    Kurticus Maximus July 2, 2007, 5:02 pm
  • I was at a game in the early to mid 90s against Seattle.
    I remember it because Piniella came out to get the pitcher but instead of taking him out, he sent him to left field for a batter then brought him back in to pitch to the next batter.

    TJ July 2, 2007, 5:15 pm
  • Great Monday thread…
    10.6.03 – Game 5, ALDS – The infamous Derek Lowe crotch-grab game. Absolutely unbelievable from start to finish. Included a strong Pedro start, the terrible Damon-Jackson collision in CF, and Lowe striking out the last guy with bases loaded. The tension in the stadium was ridiculous the entire night. Had to run to my car afterwards! Simply incredible game.
    10.20.88 – Game 5, World Series – Hersheiser was on a mission that night and destroyed the favored A’s to win the series.
    Honorable mention: 6.8.07 – Schill’s near no hitter – Skipped out of work for the afternoon last minute and saw this one. Not a wholly remarkable game, but it got more intense inside the Coliseum every inning. Not a single person left the park early that day. Fantastic day at the park.

    ToddSF July 2, 2007, 5:34 pm
  • Kurticus, I am very jealous of you.

    Nick-YF July 2, 2007, 6:59 pm
  • Opening Day ’98 – Randy Johnson pitches eight strong innings for the Mariners, leaving up 7-2… and then the Red Sox proceed to absolutely dismantle Heathcliff Slocumb and the rest of the Seattle bullpen, scoring seven runs without recording an out, ending on a Mo Vaughn grand slam. A great many people left over the course of the game, allowing my brother and I to move closer and closer to the field so that we had a pretty good view when the carnage started. On the way back to Maine, the radio station we were listening to asked for people who left to call in – and then asked them if they had learned a valuable lesson.
    Nine years and a month later, that same brother and his wife bring their seven-month-old daughter to see her first Sox game… on Mother’s Day. We had standing room seats on the Monster, and were able to get seats someone else had vacated for the ninth. People just don’t learn.

    Jay Seaver July 2, 2007, 7:26 pm
  • I am going to bump this thread back up top after tonight’s game. I want more stories – these are GREAT so far!

    SF July 2, 2007, 7:28 pm
  • As I’m from Northern Vermont, my opportunities to see truly memorable Sox games in person have been limited to say the least. The major league games I have seen were memorable for the experience itself, rather than the game play.
    One game in particular, though, will always stay with me. My senior year in high-school, our baseball team got to the state championship. Pitching was our stud righthander, who had accepted a scholarship to a FIU.
    In what must have been for him the culmination of a schoolboy dream, he threw a no-hitter to win the state championship, striking out 15. The final out is etched in my memory- after striking out the last batter on a nasty curve, there was a moment of shocked silence, as if no one knew what to do. In the pandemonium that followed, I was certain I had seen a future major leaguer/
    That fall, he went on to college. The summer after, he was diagnosed with Hodgkin’s disease, and before the end of the winter, he was dead. It’s been 25 years since then, but I’ll always remember the day a young, strong, vigorous man-child lived his dream.

    Ayuh - SF July 2, 2007, 9:18 pm
  • I’ve been lurking here for just over a year now, I love reading the back and forth. Didn’t post because I was in the middle of three MBA classes, got promoted to management at work so work at home is no longer optional. Didn’t want to be one of those infrequent posters..Saw this thread and figured I jump into the fray.
    Like SF I also have two, one in 1983 and the other in 1995.
    In 1983, I was delivering papers (13 years old at the time) for the local rag in Nashua, NH (no longer live there) and I won tickets for adding the most subscribers in district. Actually I took over a neighbor’s route so adding 30 more houses was simple. The tickets were for Oct 2 against the Indians. The date was significant as it was Yaz’s (my favorite player growing up) last game and my first Sox game. My dad and I went and we sat few sections inside Peskey’s pole, about 10 rows up. Going to a game when an long time veteran like Yaz retires it pretty awesome. He got some good gifts, a new fishing boat and truck to haul it, a gold plated fly reel. He did the “high-five” lap and since right field near the pole has a short wall I tried to run down to slap the man’s hand, but it was 10 deep with people. His last AB, the whole place was rocking for a big hit, maybe jack one like Teddy Ballgame did in his last AB, but no luck, weak pop-up to second and that’s that, the end of 23 seasons.
    My second was June 4th 1995, 25th birthday. My current girlfriend, now my wife of 10 years, and I went and sat in section 87 about 5 rows up (right field next to the visitors bullpen). Wake was pitching. This game was memorable because of many factors, only one being that it was the first game my future wife went to. Wake went 10 innings, and was poised to take the tough luck loss as he gave up an unearned run, E1, on a fielders choice in the top of the 10th. Bottom of the 10th when all hope seemed lost as Bobby Ayala was in for Tim Belcher who had gone 9. Wes Chamberlain K’d, but Bill Haselman hit a single up the middle bringing up Troy O’Leary. With Terry Shumpert running for Haselman, Troy jacked one to Center…Ballgame…Walkoff. Wake off the hook, Sox’s 6th win in a row on their way to their last AL East division win. Game was a short, 2.5 hours even with the extra frame, pitchers duel that ended the best way possible, walk-off in extra.
    OK, I remembered Wake going 10 and O’Leary with the walk-off, the rest was from

    BillsBurgSF July 2, 2007, 10:09 pm
  • Easy question to answer for me – the only Sox playoff game I’ve been to: 1999 ALDS Game 4, 23-7 Sox, Johnny Val with 2 HR, 7 RBI.
    I thought the place was going to fall down from all the cheering and jumping and whatnot. Man, what a crazy game.
    2nd place would be the game in ’89 or so when I sat in my friend’s dad’s season ticket seats in the 4th row of Loge Box 130 (ie. directly behind the plate) and saw Greg Harris pitch a no-no through 6+. Man, that junk was moving all over the place. July 2, 2007, 10:17 pm
  • My most memorable game was my first game at Fenway.
    The Sox jumped out to a huge early lead, 10-2, but ended up losing 18-12 to the Royals. I’m guessing this was 1977 or 1978… (It was the George Brett era for KC, in any case.)
    Though the Sox lost, it was a thrilling game for a youngster, as I don’t think I’ve seen as much scoring (30 runs) in one game ever since.

    Hudson July 2, 2007, 10:26 pm
  • living on the west coast, i haven’t had a whole lot of chances to catch games over in the east. but i’ve tried to hit as many yanks/mariners games as possible.
    in 2000, while i was at the university of idaho, a friend of mine got 4 tickets to games 4 and 5 of the ALCS, about 12 rows behind home plate. being the lone yankee fan in our house, he graciously brought me along. game 4 was incredible. the M’s crowd was so amped for this… unfortunately, this was the night clemens decided to take over. watching him absolutely dominate was sooo much fun, and if it weren’t for al martin’s 7th inning nearly-caught double down the line, he would have had a no-no to go with his 15 Ks. boy, was that crowd angry after the game… my yankees jersey did not go over well, and i was harrassed by the “sodo mojo” towels given to the fans, all the way to the car. but, it was so worth it. too bad they didn’t clinch the next day… maybe another time.

    nyara July 2, 2007, 11:57 pm
  • I went back and did some research, dug out the old ticket stubs and went through Baseball-Reference. I’ve seen the Sox in person nine times. They’re 8-1 overall, 4-0 at Fenway, 2-1 in Arlington and 2-0 in KC.
    It’s funny how your mind slowly erases much of the memories you’d most like to hold on to. Instead, you’re left with snapshots — Roger Clemens pitching on July 4 before the strike blew away our autumn, Wade Boggs winning a 1992 game with a double, Carl Everett putting the Sox on top in 2000 with a home run that landed just below where me and my friends sat. The more recent games I can remember clearly — the seemingly hapless Sox getting swept by the Rangers in 2004, Keith Foulke showing he wasn’t the same anymore by giving up a two-run homer in the ninth before finally closing the door in ’05, Schilling winning the season opener and Papelbon showing his stuff for the first time in ’06, and of course Matsuzaka’s debut this season. For sheer magnitude and fun, I would choose that last game as my No. 1, but it’s just so… adult.
    Those childhood games. There’s something about them. You want to go back, shake the kid sitting there and tell him, “Pay attention! Remember!”
    I was 15 when my Dad took me to Fenway for the third and, thus far, final time (I went on my own as a high school senior). Sept. 6, 1997, against the Milwaukee Brewers. The Red Sox were … not good. They were 21.5 games out, six games under .500, in fourth place. The Brewers were actually in the AL Central pennant race.
    But the Sox nailed the Brewers that day, scoring seven times in the third and winning 10-2.
    Honestly, I didn’t even remember the score until I looked it up. Didn’t even remember the team or the year. But I remembered Mo Vaughn and Nomar Garciaparra — one a former MVP nearing the end of his career with the Sox, the other a soon-to-be Rookie of the Year in his first full season — both hit home runs.
    Mo’s was, as always, a majestic shot, hammered deep to right with that choppy uppercut swing that I imitated standing in front of the TV when WSBK would air the games on Friday nights. I still remember that home run very clearly. Nomar’s landed in the screen above the Monster. I don’t remember that nearly so well. But I remember the thrill of having witnessed both players hitting home runs in the same game.
    The game was already a laugher by the time they launched their shots, but to my mind, they were the heroes, bailing out Tim Wakefield (who apparently made me nervous even then; I managed to forget that he threw a gem that day).
    The best part of going to Fenway with my dad — aside from spending the time with him in the same place where he had sat, watching Game 1 of the 1975 ALCS — was the seats he could get, thanks to his bad eyesight. For two of the three games he took me to, including the 1997 blowout, we sat in Field Box 45, Row A — the first row directly behind home plate. The ticket stubs say my dad paid $20 and $30 apiece for those tickets. They’re now $105. How times change in just 10 years.

    Paul SF July 3, 2007, 3:42 am
  • I was at the 12 inning game in July 2004 when Jeter dove into the stands. It was Pedro vs Brad Halsey so it seemed like a mismatch on paper. Halsey pitched ok and left in the 5th or 6th. There were so many awesome plays in that game and a lot of tense moments. I was sitting in the upper deck on the 3rd base side so I didn’t see Jeter dive into the stands until they showed it on the TV screen. There was a big gasp throughout the stadium when they showed the replay. The Sox loaded the bases in the 11th and there was the “almost” triple play. Manny hit a homer to go up one in the top of the 12th. The first two yankees made outs in the bottom of the inning and my buddy suggested we leave but I said that it’s not over yet. Ruben Sierra singled and Miguel Cairo hit a triple over kevin millar’s head to tie the game. then the backup catcher john flaherty won the game w/ a single. the stadium went CRAZY ! it was definitely awesome to be there for a game like that !

    David July 3, 2007, 8:50 am
  • Game 4, 2004 ALCS
    Done and done.
    I would like to thank my boy Wes, where ever you are these days, for those tickets.

    LocklandSF July 3, 2007, 9:15 am
  • I was at the Bucky Fukking Dent game. The only good thing to come out of that was that I saw my first pair of adult woman boobies in the stands. That’s an absolute watershed moment in a young man’s life (I was 9 at the time). But that was the only thing good about that day…

    jp-sf July 3, 2007, 10:41 am
  • Game 3 of the second Sox-Yanks series this season – April 28, 2007.
    Third Inning:
    Manny Ramirez – Home Run
    J.D. Drew – Home Run
    Mike Lowell – Home Run
    Jason Varitek – Home Run
    ’nuff said.

    Steve Jr July 3, 2007, 11:16 am
  • September 30th, 2004.
    Final home game of the regular season – Bernie hit a walk-off 2 run homer in the bottom of the 9th to win it. This was the first time I’d witnessed a walk-off in person, the Stadium went NUTS. Pretty darn cool.
    I had dragged my then-boyfriend to the game with me, his first ever Yankee game and maybe 2nd or 3rd game he’d ever been at in all. Poor guy couldn’t understand why all the craziness over a silly game…Needless to say that relationship didn’t go very far…
    NYY record in game seen by YM: 5-1 (5-0 in regular season, 0-1 playoffs).

    yankeemonkey July 3, 2007, 12:25 pm
  • A game I attended with my 14 year old daughter last year – July 18, Yanks vs M’s, Ponson vs Pineiro. What looked to be just another night at the stadium turned out really special.
    Both Ponson and Pineiro pitched fairly well, with the M’s ahead 4-2 in the top of the 9th. In the bottom half, the yanks mounted a rally, which coincided with a gathering thunderstorm – amid awesome bolts of lightning and claps of thunder, the yanks tied the score on a Posada single in a torrential downpour. (nature no doubt celebrating the yankee comeback!)
    During the rain delay we were able to move to covered seats just behind home plate. Split our time between an episode of “Yankeeography” and the antics of some idiot who jumped onto the field from the bleachers. It took the cops quite a long time to catch this guy, who had moves even Eric Dickerson would envy. He was wildly cheered by the remaining faithful.
    When the game resumed, Farnsworth (with heaters that reached 101mph) and Proctor held the M’s down in the 10th and 11th.
    Melky Cabrera hit Mateo’s first pitch in the bottom of the 11th into the RF stands for the win.

    Andrews July 3, 2007, 12:37 pm
  • I can offer two:
    First is sometime, I’d guess, around 1950. My grandfather and I think my uncle took me to Ebbets Field; I suspect I was somewhere between three and four years old. No idea who the Bums played, whether or not they won — but it’s one of the earliest childhood memories that’s stuck with me.
    Later, there were quite a few games at Yankee Stadium — saw Yogi and the Mick hit dingers, and Maris too; saw Whitey throw to Elston, and Bobby, Tony & Clete (RIP) snap it to the Moose; slapped hands with a Lopez fan who screamed `Hit the ball, Hector’ every time he came to bat.
    There were games at Shea, as well, lubricated with Rheingold by then and cheers (or jeers) for Marvelous Marve and Tom Terrific.
    But for #2 I have to skip more than 30 years to Sept. 18, 2001.
    I was driving to Vancouver from San Francisco to catch a flight home because U.S. air traffic was still halted after 9/11. When I got to Seattle, I had time in hand and scored a ticket to that night’s game at Safeco, the first one after that awful day.
    As I walked into the stadium, a lady handed me a small American Flag; it still sits here on my desk in Tokyo, right next to the ticket stub. I was embarassed by the tears running down my face during the Star Spangled Banner, until I noticed I was far from alone, and again when they played `God Bless America’ at the 7th inning stretch.
    The Mariners beat the Angels, but all America won that night.

    jimintokyo July 4, 2007, 10:41 am
  • Haven’t been to much memorable — went to some games as a kid but don’t remember them much; didn’t really get into baseball much until I went to college in Mass. (from Ohio originally) and the Sox Virus took over. None of the games I went to at Fenway were all that memorable as far as the game itself goes; I believe the Sox lost every one.
    Later, in 2004 I moved to the DC area… first game I saw the Sox outside of Fenway was the last game of the 04 regular season at Camden Yards. All playoff spots were set, so they threw out the craziest lineup I’ve ever seen (Varitek leading off, etc.), all the starters got one or two at-bats before getting replaced, and so on. Highlight was Dave McCarty pitching(!) two shutout innings (1 H, 0 BB, 3K). Sure it wasn’t a “great” game, and Sox lost eventually, but it was fun.
    Other cool games include a couple of Nats games last year with walk-off HRs by Ryan Zimmerman (one against the Marlins I believe, and the other against the Yankees, which was pretty awesome after having to listen to all the Yankee fans all game, so that one gets my “most memorable non-Sox game” award).
    And a final contender is another Sox game at Camden, where my wife caught a foul ball. (Schilling pitch to Brian Roberts; fouled up and hit the stands far to the left of us, took a crazy bounce and landed basically right in her lap.)
    So, not quite “Game 4 of ALCS”, but hey. :)

    Kevin SF July 4, 2007, 5:30 pm
  • jimintokyo, awesome stuff. I’m envious. As a longtime Brooklyn resident, I’m facinated by stories about Ebbets Field. I drive by the site whenever I can, and just wonder what it would have been like to see a game there…

    Andrews July 4, 2007, 5:53 pm
  • Andrews, Wish I could tell you more, but not long after than I was transplanted into less-fertile soil in central Florida, and by the time I returned to Brooklyn as an 8th grader Ebbets Field was no more.
    Here’s a site I found not long ago, though. You may enjoy it.

    jimintokyo July 5, 2007, 7:46 am
  • Three games stand out more than others
    In 1981, I was twelve years old and bought a punch-pass for Red Wing games with money earned from mowing lawns and shoveling side walks. They played at Silver Stadium at that time. The first game I went to, Cal Ripken Jr. hit a homer for the Wings. That season almost turned me into an Orioles fan.
    I think it was 1994 when I was at Wings/Clippers game with my friend Jake. It was my first time seeing Jeter; I think it was Jeter’s first time in Rochester, but I’m not sure. As I recall it, in his first at bat he singled, stole second, and scored on the next single in the span of about one minute.
    The most memorable experience was at another game with Jake at Silver. He has a relatively high-pitched voice that carries naturally, and he can be very loud. Really really loud. Piercing, when he pushes it. I don’t remember who the Wings were playing, but the whomever was batting for the Wings hit a deep shot to right. The right-fielder for the opposing team caught the ball right up against the wall, off the wall on a carom; you could hear the ball hit the plywood and he was facing the wall, but the umpire called the batter out. The first base coach, the batter, and the manager argued to no avail. Jake started swearing at the umpire; he has a true gift with profanity. Some kid’s mom sitting behind us told him that the kind of language Jake was using wasn’t appropriate; he turned around said “F* yeah it’s appropriate; the ump blew the F*ing call and I’ll be damned if he’s thinks I’m going to let him forget it,” and then turned back to continue his heckling. Some people in the section were probably a little uncomfortable, but most were laughing hysterically. I know I was.

    attackgerbil July 13, 2007, 1:56 pm
  • A little late to this thread. My 2 choices are the “Jim Rooker game”, where Rooker said he would walk home if the Pirates blew a 10-0 1st inning lead. Of course I didn’t know that at the time, but the Phils did come back and win 15-11, spurred on by Steve Jeltz’ HR’s from both sides of the plate. For a man who had 5 HR in his career…
    The second game also involves Jeltz, being the game with the Paul O’Niell kicked relay throw. After bobbling the ball at least twice, he finally kicked the ball into the cutoff man, perfectly.

    3for3 June 26, 2008, 8:01 am

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