THE Most Perfect Day!A Story by Michael StevensAh, memories! I was just reminiscing about THE most
perfect day, at least sports wise, that I've ever had the privilege to be part
of, albeit a tiny part. As Sophia from 'Golden Girls' would say, picture
it; it was a fine October day. I had to
work, but my dad and I were going to game 5 of the American League Division
Series, between our beloved Seattle Mariners and the s**t-hoovering New York
Yankees (I kid; relax!). We were leaving
very late, so we figured we would have to park and it would be a 5-mile hike to
the Dome, but when we got there, we found a spot right in front of The
Kingdome, one that everyone apparently thought was marked 'no parking'; except
in little tiny letters right below that it said, "between the hours of 7am
and 4pm. Since it was 6 pm-something,
it wasn't illegal to park there, so that worked out perfectly; it would only be
the first of many such perfect things that happened to us.
When we got to the Dome we hiked the 4
miles straight up, at least that's how it seemed, to our seats. The place was packed. This was winner-move-on and
loser-suck-hind-tit. We settled in and
the game went into extra innings, with the only good thing happening was that
the green boat won the cartoon hydroplane race they showed on the scoreboard,
and I had chosen correctly! Usually,
Seattle sports teams had long ago taken the gas pipe, and those races were
about all we had to cheer about, but not this year! The Mariners had made the playoffs baby!
Anyway, the Yankees had won the first two
games of the best-of-five series, which meant we had to win all three back in
Seattle. No one thought we could do it,
anyone in his or her right mind, at any rate, but we had won the first two, and
here we were in game 5, in extra innings.
The Yankees had scored to take the lead and it wasn't looking good for
the Mudville Nine (The Mariners!) but Joey Cora and Ken Griffey Jr. had reached
base with hits. Up stepped Edgar
Martinez, with a chance to drive in Cora from second base, at least we
hoped.
I can still see it when he doubled; still
see Cora trotting home to tie the game; and still see Griffey's feet seemingly
never touching the ground, his legs just a blur, as he attempted to score from
1st base. I still can't quite believe
how fast he was moving. Anyway, he slide and beat the throw and the
Kingdome roof barely stayed on, or so it seemed. The place was absolute delirious jubilation;
it's still close to the loudest noise I've ever heard, and that's saying
something for an ex-singer in a heavy metal band (just a slight bit of B.S!)
No one wanted to leave, but eventually we
had to, because they wanted to lock up!
All 40 thousand+ were headed out at the same time. Everyone was cheering, and I thought the
evening couldn't possibly get any better, but 'oh contraire!' As my dad and I were walking down the ramp to
the parking lot, who should drive right below us, trying to get out of the
jam-packed parking lot? Well, I could
make you guess, but I can't wait to finish telling this story, so I'll just
tell you; it was none other than the man who was probably THE most loathed man
in Seattle, at least for sports; George Steinbrenner, the owner of the New York
Yankees. The sights and sounds of 40+
thousand baseball fans waving goodbye to him was, well, let's just say it still
warms my cockles (have NO idea what the hell that's located, but it's warm,
anyhow!)
After that, when we reached the parking
lot, we both thought it would take us forever to get out, but we started the
car, cut down a road or alley by the car, headed for the freeway, made most
every light, and were free! It was by
far my greatest sports memory, and most likely will remain so, unless I score
tickets to The Big Naked Cheerleading Championships! Seriously, it was all-the-more special
because I got to share it with my dad! © 2015 Michael StevensReviews
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1 Review Added on January 23, 2015 Last Updated on January 23, 2015 AuthorMichael StevensAboutI write for fun; I write comedy pieces and some dramatic stuff. I have no formal writing education, and I have a fear of being told I suck, and maybe I should give up on writing, and get a job makin.. more.. |

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