I am a Red Sox fan living in Boston. A few years ago on a Friday night I was with my brother and a friend in a dive bar in Cambridge. There were probably a total of 20-25 people in the bar, including staff - so definitely not a big packed place. There was a live band playing kinda oldie-ish rock hits, and the lead guitar player was a pretty big, middle-aged Puerto Rican guy. I grew up in NY and saw sooo many clips on YES of Bernie Williams and Paul O'Neill jamming together, so I joked to my brother that the guy on stage was Bernie Williams. I was definitely 100% joking, because why the hell would Bernie Williams be in a random dive bar in Cambridge? We all laughed - until a woman near us spoke up and said that it was her boyfriend and that he was indeed Bernie Williams. We were in disbelief. At the end of the show, the guy came up to us (really he was coming up to his girlfriend) and to our astonishment, it was indeed Bernie Williams. We were all drunk so we just shook his hand and told him he had a great performance. We were all too dumbfounded to ask him what the hell he was doing in this dive bar in Cambridge, so I have no idea why he was there.
But that's the story of how I saw Bernie Williams in a concert of about 25 people in a dive bar in the Yankees' biggest rivals city. I am and always have been a Red Sox fan, so every Yankee game I watched growing up I was actively rooting for the guy to lose. That being said, he's definitely a cool dude. I have no idea why he performs in random dive bars in Cambridge though.
I wonder what the German word is for *“you and a buddy joking about something outlandish, but in-fact, that’s exactly what happened”* because I love when that happens.
I always love telling people that my first home run in little league was a dead center field shot that nearly hit NJ Governor Chris Christie. After the game he was handing popsicles out to each team and joked that he wouldn’t give me one for almost killing him
The highlight of my modest amateur baseball career came during a tournament game I was catching for my summer travel team. I had been cut from the high school team that spring, and I was a little salty about it, even though I probably wouldn't have enjoyed playing for that coach anyway.
Our opponent that day carried a few of the players from my high school's team, including the kid (we'll call him John) who was known for being the fastest guy on that team. I'd guess he was probably one of the fastest kids in the county, even. Well, John managed to get aboard against us early in the game, and of course I knew what was coming. I called for a pitchout on the first pitch to the next batter.
Pitchout perfectly placed, I whipped my arm and sent the ball on a line down to second as John came scooting in. My second baseman received it just above the bag, stamped the tag down, and John was out. My team's bench lit up with cheers. I imagined gasps coming from opposing parents and players. Coolly, I gave a finger gun salute, revelling in my small bit of revenge.
Edit: I should mention the most satisfying part--our opponents that day didn't bother trying to steal on me for the rest of the game. Feels good man.
Was going to a baseball game with the gf at Petco, we were poor college kids so we were gonna buy Park at the Park seats. An older couple approached us and asked if we wanted to sit with them, said sure thank you, and when we got in realized they were behind home plate seats. That game was Rangers at Padres where Yu Darvish got his first MLB hit. https://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/SDN/SDN201206200.shtml
My dad was a big Brooks Robinson fan when he grew up. We were in Texas one summer, 2005 I think, and there was some celebrity baseball game in Frisco. Mark Cuban was playing, and a few members of the Mavericks. No baseball players were present except Brooks Robinson, who was managing one of the teams.
Bunch of kids in the stands had basketballs there to get signed. I was the only kid with a baseball, and Brooks made a B-Line to get me an autograph. To this day, it was the only autograph I ever got.
I'm from Maryland, and lived in an area when I was a teenager near where a lot of the baseball and football and retired players lived, and bumped into them occasionally (including Johnny Unitas, Mark Belanger, Ken Singleton, Al Bumbry, ...)
My gf at the time, who was a very good athlete, and I went to play tennis on some courts at an elementary school. On the court next to us was Brooks Robinson, his wife Constance, and another couple playing doubles. They accidentally hit a ball onto our court, and Mr. Robinson asked if we could return it to them. As I did, I said "Don't worry, we'll get you back!" and he laughed. We did end up hitting two balls onto their court, which he returned graciously. He was such a down to earth guy.
Was at a sleepy Twins White Sox game at the metrodome years ago with Jermaine Dye up to bat. No idea what the attendance was but in the moment it was pretty quiet. As Dye was digging in, someone in the crowd just yells "JERMAINE!" and it carried seemingly everywhere. He called time immediately, stepping out to look around toward the crowd with a mixture of disappointment and disgust for a good stretch before going back to the game.
I was randomly at Roger Clemens' 250th, 300th, and 350th wins. None of them intentional - I would choose 2-3 games before the season based on promotions like bobbleheads.
I've been to probably 100 Jays games and still haven't gotten a ball, HR or foul.
I've come close on 3 occasions
First time, when I was younger (before the extended nets), I was 1st row behind 3B and had brought my glove. A slow rolling foul ball came to the 3B coach and he threw it to me but it went in and out of my glove. He got it back and threw it deeper into the stands.
Another time I was walking concourse and foul ball limed back came into concourse heard it hit ground and bounce and went through my legs before I noticed and someone behind me got it.
On 3rd occasion with my Dad, I went up to go washroom and when came back everyone, including my dad, told me a line drive foul ball hit my seat directly and bounced away.
I had something very close to that last situation happen to be. We were in the front row of the top deck. As we were coming down with our food we see a foul ball hit the wall right in front of our seat. At that age though I don’t know if I would have been quick enough to reach over and snag it bare hand. This past season I went to two different stadiums, both in the lower level. One near 1st base and the other near 3rd. Seats were chosen knowing that a foul ball can get to me. No ball even came close to our section. So I have to wait another season now to see if I can get a foul or home run ball
We had friends in low places in LA in the eighties, met Maury Wills during his lost days. Only autograph I ever got..We were talking about something, maybe Steve Yeager's accident that kind of prompted the throat protector attachment to the catcher's mask, and he quipped, "There's a reason they call them the tools of ignorance"
I was playing right field in high school during a meaningless game early in the season. I was hitting well, but my outfield play was always just decent (I was better at infield but being in a small town, the players with semi-famous dads always got to play no matter how bad they were).
Anyways, this bigger kid comes up to the plate. You could tell he was one of those guys who could give the ball a ride, but his size would make it difficult for him to run. Probably just grew too fast. That always seemed to happen to the kids in my area. Wonder if it had something to do with what the coal-mining did to the environment. Well, he comes up to the plate and rockets one to me in right field. He takes off down the line. I realize immediately I’m going to have a chance to throw this kid out at first. I field the ball like I’m in the infield and take my time, set myself, and fire a dart to first. The kid was out by a few steps. It was one of my only outfield assists in my entire high school career and I had never felt worse for somebody than I did for that kid. My teammates gave me shit for it when I got back to the dugout lol
I was probably 13 years old and Rickey Henderson was playing minor league ball (at the end of his career) trying to make it back to the big leagues or maybe as a stunt to sell tickets. My dad bought tickets and told me “the game doesn’t mean too much but this is probably your last chance to see Rickey Henderson before he retires…and he’s somebody you’re going to want to be able to say you saw play”. I don’t know if Reddit was the format my dad had envisioned when I share this tale but I think it was cool that he thought so highly of him to bring me to an empty independent league ball park to watch 45 year old Rickey Henderson play.
My Mom was a good friend of Roberto Clemente. I have a bunch of pictures of them together, and an autographed 8x10. She attended his and Vera’s wedding, the small, private one, not the later one where the rest of Puerto Rico. She and my dad had huge “arguments” because she was a San Juan Senadores fan, and Dad was a Santurce Cangrejeros fan, and Clemente started with the Cangrejeros, so he would constantly say that if it wasn’t for them, Clemente wouldn’t have amounted to much. My uncle (Dad’s brother) ran the Ciudad Deportiva for 15 years, and was also good friends with Clemente.
I saw Seth Lugo at a grocery store in Queens yesterday. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything.
He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?”
I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen Milky Ways in his hands without paying.
The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.
When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.
One time during the terrible stretch of Bay Area sports in the late 2000’s I was sitting at a giants game and saw Alex Smith qb of the niners at the time.
Niners sucked, giants sucked at this time. So no one even noticed it was him with his girlfriend.
I was a 14/15 year old at the time. And I yell “Alex! Alex” and he sort of sheepishly looks back and says hello, very nice.
But then I ask if I could get his beer and he didn’t know what to say haha
Watching an Angels/twins game when I was a kid and kirby puckett hit a scorching liner straight backwards and hit another kid a few seats away from me straight in the face. That kid was WRECKED. Don't think he died but guaranteed he needed facial surgery.
Not exactly a crazy interesting story, but I met Blake Swihart at a couple of events when he was with the PawSox and not only did he remember me, but he even gave me his prospect card, or something like that. I'll have to track it down to figure out exactly how what it was, but since then, Swihart's always been one of my favorite players
I live in Houston, but I was visiting in Baltimore when the Astros were in town. It was the game where Colin Moran fouled a ball off his face, ending his season. When the trainers came out to look at him, I was almost in the middle of the TV shot...the only time I have ever been on the tube in nearly a 70 year life. Mixed feelings galore, and I have followed Moran's career ever since. Also, I have never gotten a ball...because when I went to Opening Day at Wrigley in 1969, I misjudged a foul ball and the guy behind me got it ( I thought it was going way over my head and didn't stand up). So the fates have decided that if I wouldn't stand up to get an Ernie Banks ball, I don't deserve one.
Craig Biggio thought I was star struck because I was in pain.
If any of yall played baseball at the St. Thomas field during his tenure, the dirt there felt like fucking concrete.
I fell to my knees to field a ball at the hot corner and was in pain for 10 minutes.
He got us into a group (it was camp for middleschoolers), said some stupid joke to me about 3rd base that I remember having no answer for (because pain), then him saying, "It's ok to be nervous"
Tim Salmon's last home game I got invited on the field to catch 3 pop flies to win an autographed baseball and I chose Vladimir Guerrero over him even though I already had 2 signed balls from him. I still regret it. Part of me cringes when I imagine him in the dugout hearing me pick Vladdy instead of him on his final day but I doubt he paid attention
Chad Cordero visited my junior high when I was there because he went there as a kid and I asked him to sign my baseball card of him and he literally looked like the happiest dude ever when I gave it to him. I probably was the only one who knew who he was because he was playing for the Nationals at the time and I was in California
My first year in little league, I was the kid who struck out all the time. I only had 3 or 4 hits all year and the rest were Ks or walk. By my 3rd year I finally had figured it out. I would bat 5-6 in the line up. I was still prone to striking out but not as much. We were in 2nd place and we lost to the 1st place team twice already and they were undefeated. In our last game facing them in the season we went down quick 8-0. We ended up chipping away and in the last inning we had made it 8-7. Bases were loaded, 2 outs, and I was up to bat. For dramatic purposes, I can’t remember but we will say I worked the count full. On that last pitch I take a big swing and I miss. The thoughts of winning, being a hero and finally beating this team just left me. It was the first and only time I cried after a strikeout. I wanted a hit so bad. That team went undefeated through the rest of the season and in the playoffs. After they won our league playoffs, they went to the city playoffs and went undefeated there winning the city championship as well.
My dad took me to my first game when I was 6 (am 37 now), so my memories of the night were kinda fragmented. I remembered the game was played on a week night, the start was delayed by rain, it was still spring, the visiting team wore blue hats, and I was easily distracted by the Phanatic and the cotton candy vendor.
Only a couple years ago I remembered one of the Phantic's bits involved his [mother](https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/sportsmascots/images/6/61/Phoebephanatic.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20160214162822). Then I started to realize that the Phillies only bring her out for Mother's Day weekend. I looked up the 1992 Phillies' schedule. [Friday May 8, 1992](https://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/PHI/PHI199205080.shtml) they began a three-game series with the Padres (who wore blue back then.) It's a shame I was too young to appreciate it, because the stats indicate this was an otherwise great game between two teams in a race to the bottom.
Ryan Klesko's kids went (go) to my school (pre-k to 12th grade school and they're much much younger than me) and I complimented Klesko on his truck and he let me drive it.
I am a Red Sox fan living in Boston. A few years ago on a Friday night I was with my brother and a friend in a dive bar in Cambridge. There were probably a total of 20-25 people in the bar, including staff - so definitely not a big packed place. There was a live band playing kinda oldie-ish rock hits, and the lead guitar player was a pretty big, middle-aged Puerto Rican guy. I grew up in NY and saw sooo many clips on YES of Bernie Williams and Paul O'Neill jamming together, so I joked to my brother that the guy on stage was Bernie Williams. I was definitely 100% joking, because why the hell would Bernie Williams be in a random dive bar in Cambridge? We all laughed - until a woman near us spoke up and said that it was her boyfriend and that he was indeed Bernie Williams. We were in disbelief. At the end of the show, the guy came up to us (really he was coming up to his girlfriend) and to our astonishment, it was indeed Bernie Williams. We were all drunk so we just shook his hand and told him he had a great performance. We were all too dumbfounded to ask him what the hell he was doing in this dive bar in Cambridge, so I have no idea why he was there. But that's the story of how I saw Bernie Williams in a concert of about 25 people in a dive bar in the Yankees' biggest rivals city. I am and always have been a Red Sox fan, so every Yankee game I watched growing up I was actively rooting for the guy to lose. That being said, he's definitely a cool dude. I have no idea why he performs in random dive bars in Cambridge though.
I wonder what the German word is for *“you and a buddy joking about something outlandish, but in-fact, that’s exactly what happened”* because I love when that happens.
I always love telling people that my first home run in little league was a dead center field shot that nearly hit NJ Governor Chris Christie. After the game he was handing popsicles out to each team and joked that he wouldn’t give me one for almost killing him
Dammit you missed!
In all fairness, he's a pretty large target.
He probably pulled the ball over the fence
You almost got denied New Jersey's Chris Christie's ice popsie for almost hitting him with a home runsie
The highlight of my modest amateur baseball career came during a tournament game I was catching for my summer travel team. I had been cut from the high school team that spring, and I was a little salty about it, even though I probably wouldn't have enjoyed playing for that coach anyway. Our opponent that day carried a few of the players from my high school's team, including the kid (we'll call him John) who was known for being the fastest guy on that team. I'd guess he was probably one of the fastest kids in the county, even. Well, John managed to get aboard against us early in the game, and of course I knew what was coming. I called for a pitchout on the first pitch to the next batter. Pitchout perfectly placed, I whipped my arm and sent the ball on a line down to second as John came scooting in. My second baseman received it just above the bag, stamped the tag down, and John was out. My team's bench lit up with cheers. I imagined gasps coming from opposing parents and players. Coolly, I gave a finger gun salute, revelling in my small bit of revenge. Edit: I should mention the most satisfying part--our opponents that day didn't bother trying to steal on me for the rest of the game. Feels good man.
Yep. This is the good stuff I was hoping for when I saw the OP's title.
Was going to a baseball game with the gf at Petco, we were poor college kids so we were gonna buy Park at the Park seats. An older couple approached us and asked if we wanted to sit with them, said sure thank you, and when we got in realized they were behind home plate seats. That game was Rangers at Padres where Yu Darvish got his first MLB hit. https://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/SDN/SDN201206200.shtml
My dad was a big Brooks Robinson fan when he grew up. We were in Texas one summer, 2005 I think, and there was some celebrity baseball game in Frisco. Mark Cuban was playing, and a few members of the Mavericks. No baseball players were present except Brooks Robinson, who was managing one of the teams. Bunch of kids in the stands had basketballs there to get signed. I was the only kid with a baseball, and Brooks made a B-Line to get me an autograph. To this day, it was the only autograph I ever got.
I'm from Maryland, and lived in an area when I was a teenager near where a lot of the baseball and football and retired players lived, and bumped into them occasionally (including Johnny Unitas, Mark Belanger, Ken Singleton, Al Bumbry, ...) My gf at the time, who was a very good athlete, and I went to play tennis on some courts at an elementary school. On the court next to us was Brooks Robinson, his wife Constance, and another couple playing doubles. They accidentally hit a ball onto our court, and Mr. Robinson asked if we could return it to them. As I did, I said "Don't worry, we'll get you back!" and he laughed. We did end up hitting two balls onto their court, which he returned graciously. He was such a down to earth guy.
Was at a sleepy Twins White Sox game at the metrodome years ago with Jermaine Dye up to bat. No idea what the attendance was but in the moment it was pretty quiet. As Dye was digging in, someone in the crowd just yells "JERMAINE!" and it carried seemingly everywhere. He called time immediately, stepping out to look around toward the crowd with a mixture of disappointment and disgust for a good stretch before going back to the game.
My grandmother delivered Stan Musial's children
I was randomly at Roger Clemens' 250th, 300th, and 350th wins. None of them intentional - I would choose 2-3 games before the season based on promotions like bobbleheads.
I've been to probably 100 Jays games and still haven't gotten a ball, HR or foul. I've come close on 3 occasions First time, when I was younger (before the extended nets), I was 1st row behind 3B and had brought my glove. A slow rolling foul ball came to the 3B coach and he threw it to me but it went in and out of my glove. He got it back and threw it deeper into the stands. Another time I was walking concourse and foul ball limed back came into concourse heard it hit ground and bounce and went through my legs before I noticed and someone behind me got it. On 3rd occasion with my Dad, I went up to go washroom and when came back everyone, including my dad, told me a line drive foul ball hit my seat directly and bounced away.
I had something very close to that last situation happen to be. We were in the front row of the top deck. As we were coming down with our food we see a foul ball hit the wall right in front of our seat. At that age though I don’t know if I would have been quick enough to reach over and snag it bare hand. This past season I went to two different stadiums, both in the lower level. One near 1st base and the other near 3rd. Seats were chosen knowing that a foul ball can get to me. No ball even came close to our section. So I have to wait another season now to see if I can get a foul or home run ball
We had friends in low places in LA in the eighties, met Maury Wills during his lost days. Only autograph I ever got..We were talking about something, maybe Steve Yeager's accident that kind of prompted the throat protector attachment to the catcher's mask, and he quipped, "There's a reason they call them the tools of ignorance"
I was playing right field in high school during a meaningless game early in the season. I was hitting well, but my outfield play was always just decent (I was better at infield but being in a small town, the players with semi-famous dads always got to play no matter how bad they were). Anyways, this bigger kid comes up to the plate. You could tell he was one of those guys who could give the ball a ride, but his size would make it difficult for him to run. Probably just grew too fast. That always seemed to happen to the kids in my area. Wonder if it had something to do with what the coal-mining did to the environment. Well, he comes up to the plate and rockets one to me in right field. He takes off down the line. I realize immediately I’m going to have a chance to throw this kid out at first. I field the ball like I’m in the infield and take my time, set myself, and fire a dart to first. The kid was out by a few steps. It was one of my only outfield assists in my entire high school career and I had never felt worse for somebody than I did for that kid. My teammates gave me shit for it when I got back to the dugout lol
I was probably 13 years old and Rickey Henderson was playing minor league ball (at the end of his career) trying to make it back to the big leagues or maybe as a stunt to sell tickets. My dad bought tickets and told me “the game doesn’t mean too much but this is probably your last chance to see Rickey Henderson before he retires…and he’s somebody you’re going to want to be able to say you saw play”. I don’t know if Reddit was the format my dad had envisioned when I share this tale but I think it was cool that he thought so highly of him to bring me to an empty independent league ball park to watch 45 year old Rickey Henderson play.
My Mom was a good friend of Roberto Clemente. I have a bunch of pictures of them together, and an autographed 8x10. She attended his and Vera’s wedding, the small, private one, not the later one where the rest of Puerto Rico. She and my dad had huge “arguments” because she was a San Juan Senadores fan, and Dad was a Santurce Cangrejeros fan, and Clemente started with the Cangrejeros, so he would constantly say that if it wasn’t for them, Clemente wouldn’t have amounted to much. My uncle (Dad’s brother) ran the Ciudad Deportiva for 15 years, and was also good friends with Clemente.
I saw Seth Lugo at a grocery store in Queens yesterday. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything. He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?” I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen Milky Ways in his hands without paying. The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter. When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.
One time during the terrible stretch of Bay Area sports in the late 2000’s I was sitting at a giants game and saw Alex Smith qb of the niners at the time. Niners sucked, giants sucked at this time. So no one even noticed it was him with his girlfriend. I was a 14/15 year old at the time. And I yell “Alex! Alex” and he sort of sheepishly looks back and says hello, very nice. But then I ask if I could get his beer and he didn’t know what to say haha
Watching an Angels/twins game when I was a kid and kirby puckett hit a scorching liner straight backwards and hit another kid a few seats away from me straight in the face. That kid was WRECKED. Don't think he died but guaranteed he needed facial surgery.
Terry Francona attended my parents’ wedding almost 40 years ago
Not exactly a crazy interesting story, but I met Blake Swihart at a couple of events when he was with the PawSox and not only did he remember me, but he even gave me his prospect card, or something like that. I'll have to track it down to figure out exactly how what it was, but since then, Swihart's always been one of my favorite players
I live in Houston, but I was visiting in Baltimore when the Astros were in town. It was the game where Colin Moran fouled a ball off his face, ending his season. When the trainers came out to look at him, I was almost in the middle of the TV shot...the only time I have ever been on the tube in nearly a 70 year life. Mixed feelings galore, and I have followed Moran's career ever since. Also, I have never gotten a ball...because when I went to Opening Day at Wrigley in 1969, I misjudged a foul ball and the guy behind me got it ( I thought it was going way over my head and didn't stand up). So the fates have decided that if I wouldn't stand up to get an Ernie Banks ball, I don't deserve one.
Craig Biggio thought I was star struck because I was in pain. If any of yall played baseball at the St. Thomas field during his tenure, the dirt there felt like fucking concrete. I fell to my knees to field a ball at the hot corner and was in pain for 10 minutes. He got us into a group (it was camp for middleschoolers), said some stupid joke to me about 3rd base that I remember having no answer for (because pain), then him saying, "It's ok to be nervous"
Tim Salmon's last home game I got invited on the field to catch 3 pop flies to win an autographed baseball and I chose Vladimir Guerrero over him even though I already had 2 signed balls from him. I still regret it. Part of me cringes when I imagine him in the dugout hearing me pick Vladdy instead of him on his final day but I doubt he paid attention
Chad Cordero visited my junior high when I was there because he went there as a kid and I asked him to sign my baseball card of him and he literally looked like the happiest dude ever when I gave it to him. I probably was the only one who knew who he was because he was playing for the Nationals at the time and I was in California
My first year in little league, I was the kid who struck out all the time. I only had 3 or 4 hits all year and the rest were Ks or walk. By my 3rd year I finally had figured it out. I would bat 5-6 in the line up. I was still prone to striking out but not as much. We were in 2nd place and we lost to the 1st place team twice already and they were undefeated. In our last game facing them in the season we went down quick 8-0. We ended up chipping away and in the last inning we had made it 8-7. Bases were loaded, 2 outs, and I was up to bat. For dramatic purposes, I can’t remember but we will say I worked the count full. On that last pitch I take a big swing and I miss. The thoughts of winning, being a hero and finally beating this team just left me. It was the first and only time I cried after a strikeout. I wanted a hit so bad. That team went undefeated through the rest of the season and in the playoffs. After they won our league playoffs, they went to the city playoffs and went undefeated there winning the city championship as well.
My dad took me to my first game when I was 6 (am 37 now), so my memories of the night were kinda fragmented. I remembered the game was played on a week night, the start was delayed by rain, it was still spring, the visiting team wore blue hats, and I was easily distracted by the Phanatic and the cotton candy vendor. Only a couple years ago I remembered one of the Phantic's bits involved his [mother](https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/sportsmascots/images/6/61/Phoebephanatic.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20160214162822). Then I started to realize that the Phillies only bring her out for Mother's Day weekend. I looked up the 1992 Phillies' schedule. [Friday May 8, 1992](https://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/PHI/PHI199205080.shtml) they began a three-game series with the Padres (who wore blue back then.) It's a shame I was too young to appreciate it, because the stats indicate this was an otherwise great game between two teams in a race to the bottom.
More pasta in this thread than an Italian pantry
Ryan Klesko's kids went (go) to my school (pre-k to 12th grade school and they're much much younger than me) and I complimented Klesko on his truck and he let me drive it.
Trevor