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Monday, March 31, 2003 |
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Opening Day Mayhem Opening Day for the Orioles was indeed nothing short of completely and totally bizarre. In the second inning, small white flakes began to fall from the sky. We thought, "Hmmm. Nothing too awful, just a little flurry." Would that that were all it did. It was cold in Baltimore, with a game time temp of about 38F, and blowing winds. But then, in the top of the third, it was the heaviest snow I've seen since the blizzard this January. Big, fluffy white snow came piling down out of the sky. I'll be posting pictures in the morning, when I get back to my camera cable. With runners on first and second, a pop fly into shallow left field became anything but routine. Only first base umpire Chuck Merriweather had any idea where the ball was, it plopped down between Hairston and the right fielder Jay Gibbons allowing one run to score on the error.
Shortly thereafter, they called the first snow delay I've ever seen, in fifteen years of watching baseball. Both frozen solid, I put away my scorebook and got a cup of coffee. We stuck it out through the fifth and walked the half mile plus back to the car in Federal Hill. We drove back to DC through the snow a bit disappointed, a bit cold and more than a little bewildered by the events. |
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The one drawback of my current blogpanel at right is that it's a pain to update. Soon as I get time, I will add this to the bar at right, as well as some other deserving sites. |
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Remembering Opening Day I remember my very first Opening Day. I was not yet ten years old, in fifth grade. Erik, Dad and I left right after school was out, we piled into the car and drove down to Concord to catch the BART train to the Coliseum. We bought our farecards, and rode the train to the Coliseum. I remember milling with the crowds as we got off the train. 15 years ago, my baseball journey began. Since then, I've been to countless regular season games, three World Series games, a number of ALCS games, and seen my team bring home a trophy. I've seen the best and the worst of the game. Baseball is a shadow world for the country, with its scandals mirroring the world beyond the center field fence, with its triumphs. That year, the A's would go 104-58, only to lose to the Dodgers and Kirk Gibson's triumphant home run that would break my heart in Game 1. But I didn't know that then. I knew only that my Dad was taking Erik and I to the ballpark. We must have been some sight in the cold of the bay area night. Dad bought us jackets with the A's logo and caps to go with them. Our seats were high up in the third deck that night, but it didn't matter. We looked through Dad's binoculars and got hooked.
Has it really been Fifteen Years? How time flies. |
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