Baseball memories from a 411 fan
There’s no real fantasy angle here, but 411 fan Allan in Texas sent me this great e-mail and he agreed to let me post it here. I hope everyone will enjoy it and share their own fave (not five, one will be fine :-P) baseball memories!
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The 411 has provided me with endless entertainment, so this is my attempt to give something back:
My sisters live in Colorado and are part of a season ticket consortium.
The guy who started the consortium had minor league season tickets to going way back, so got a high pick when Coors was built. 8 seats 8 rows behind the middle of the Rockies dugout at Coors. I’ve attended quite a few games there. Last year I was lucky to attend Game 4 of the World Series at Coors. The members of the consortium all wanted to use the season tickets, so my brother-in-law, who is a Coors executive, got us tickets. He sat in the first row of the first balcony, even with home plate, and gave my mom and I another pair 15 rows behind home plate!
It was a wonderful experience to share with my 80-year-old mother, and a true “bucket list” moment (next I want to vomit on a celebrity). The experience taught me that Red Sox fans are far more obnoxious than Yankee fans, so I root more for the Yanks now.
My parents had a mixed marriage – Dad’s side were White Sox fans, and Mom’s side were Cubs fans. Spent many childhood summers at my grandparents’ house with the daytime Cubs games on TV (I’m still against lights at Wrigley). The first game I remember attending: July 1967 at Wrigley against the Cardinals (World Champs that year with a few Hall of Famers). My sister tells me that it was not my first game, though.
Apparently my dad used to take me to Comiskey when I was even younger. I attended the last game at old Comiskey and the first game at new Comiskey (now U.S. Cellular). Did not make it to Disco Demolition Night.
Lived outside Washington D.C. in the late 60’s and went to many Senators games at RFK. I still have the programs. Opening Day against the Yankees, 1969, featured Mel Stottlemyre pitching against Camilo Pascual.
I saw Mickey Mantle play 1B for a few innings that day, and it was very sad to see him barely mobile as a shadow of the player he’d been.
I was a Senators fan but could never bring myself to really like the Rangers.
My friends and I used to hang around RFK after the games for autographs. One time, around 1970, the crowd largely dissipated, I saw Ted Williams, the Nats manager at the time, come out a side entrance a hundred feet away, trying to avoid attention. I walked inconspicuously over to him and asked him for an autograph, no one else near or having noticed. He thought for a second, looked over at the remaining crowd, and said, “Sorry, kid, can’t do it.” Maybe if I’d told him he was one of my dad’s heroes, that would have worked. True story.
I want to see a game at every ballpark, but have a long way to go.
Unfortunately I will miss Yankee Stadium and Fenway, but I did go to Shea as a kid. That was my only visit to NYC ever.
Maybe it’s “grass is greener” but I totally envy you; you have what I would consider a dream job within the wonderful world of baseball. I’m a number cruncher from way back, a chemical engineer with an MBA in finance, if that tells you anything. I used to invent dice games, drafting a league, playing out a season and tracking the stats, in a poor simulation of what we do now in fantasy leagues.
I love baseball.
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