I had come back to Lorain from New York on Friday to visit my mother. My brother had season tickets along the first base line but had given the pair up to a friend. He managed to snag two seats in the bleachers so we decided to go to the game. They were getting pounded and he had to drive to Detroit the next morning for a meeting and I had the 500 mile drive back to New York so we decided to leave in the seventh inning. Mind you...we had both sat through the freezing cold of Red Right 88 and other Browns games and many a double header at the old Stadium when the Tribe really sucked, and had NEVER left early....EVER!
We are both old school and were listening to the game on the radio as we walked back to the car. By the time we got to the parking garage it was 14-5 and we were both pissed that we had left.
When Cordova hit the homer to make it 14-8 we were near Bay Village and blaming each other for deciding to leave early. When Lofton got thrown out at the plate, I remember saying that our comeback chances were over.
When Branyan stuck out to make it two out in the ninth, we had just hit Route 57 and were five minutes from my mom's house. By the time Cordova walked, we were racing to the house to catch the end of the game on TV. We came flying into the house just in time to see Vizquel's triple to tie the game and also see my 85 year old mother jumping up and down waving her Wahoo hat and proudly strutting around in her Omar jersey!
When Lofton scored the winning run, people were outside shooting fireworks off like it was the Fourth of July! And my claim to fame is that I left the damn game and didn't see one of the greatest finishes in baseball history!
I'll have to give my bro a call tonight during the Texas game to bust his chops. Thanks for the reminder and memories. I have that video saved on my PC and watch it every once in a while and it always reminds me of
Major League.
Maybe this will be our miracle year.
Go Tribe!