With Cliff Lee about to win the Cy Young Award, I started thinking about my favorite baseball memory. I’ve long been a big baseball fan and so cannot limit my memories to just one – instead, I have four.
1. I don’t remember the year and I don’t remember where we sat, but I do remember being about 7 or 8 years old when my parents took me to my first ball game. Since I mostly grew up in Philadelphia, the game I went to was a Phillies game. What I remember from the game is that legendary lefty, Steve Carlton, was on the mound and that the Phils beat the Atlanta Braves by a score of 17-4! What a great first game to go to! I don’t remember much else about the game, but when I think back on all the times that the Braves have since beaten the Phillies, I love to bring back that memory.
2. In 1993, the Phillies were on the brink of the World Series. Having not been since 1980, they were a win away from beating the Braves (again!) and moving on to the promised land. A friend and I decided to head down to Veterans Stadium around noon to take in the entire day. I think the Phils had a 3 games to 2 lead and so didn’t have to win it on this day, but they did. I don’t remember the final score or which pitcher won the game for the home team – what I do remember is hugging random people in the stands. The sense of comradery is one that I had never felt before or since. It was as if we, as Phillies fans, were one big family. Incredible.
3. This one came not long after number two. The Phils were now in the World Series and my dad was lucky enough to get a couple of tickets for one of the games. I remember Curt Schilling striking out the first 5 Blue Jays he faced (at least I think that’s how it happened). Then, the Phils were up 14-9 with just two innnings to play – and blew it. Toronto won 15-14. The great thing was that it didn’t matter. Being at that game with my dad was something I’ll never forget. His dad died when he was in college and I know how much moments like that night meant to him. It may not have meant as much then, but looking back, it means a lot to me too. It’s hard to realize when you’re in one of those moments – but what I’ve learned is to look for them and cherish them when they happen.
4. Finally, this year. I can’t get being a Phillies fan out of my blood. If you’re a sports fan, you understand – it’s not easy to just switch teams. Watching the Phils beat the Rays was pretty surreal. I watched the game with my wife. At the end of the game, I was standing in front of the TV – it didn’t make sense – watching the Phillies in a dog pile in the middle of the field – it didn’t add up. This is a franchise that hasn’t had much success – in a town that doesn’t win many titles. It was great to watch with my wife who was just happy to see me happy. I got to talk to my dad on the phone. Another one I’ll never forget.
Do you have a favorite baseball memory? I’d love to hear it.
Pete – kenworthy@newsnet5.com