1992 was the year Camden Yards opened and I went to 42 of the 81 home games which is even more astounding considering that I was out of town attending college for two of the six months of the season.
It was the season that I attended my last game at Memorial Stadium (an exhibition between the AA Bowie Bay Sox and the AAA Rochester Red Wings). We dined on Tippy's Tacos, found out from GM Roland Hemond who the Orioles had drafted that day in the amateur draft (Jay Powell, Mississippi State - he spit all over us), and were invited on the field after the game to put the tarp on the field because of the impending showers. I can't believe that none of us had cameras but we had a great time running back to the wall pretending to make Brady Anderson type catches. At least eight people applauded us from the stands.
What will follow in the next few posts are terrible looking pictures but you get the idea.
For some reason, Rich and I thought that if we could just get this to Brooks Robinson or Jon Miller that we would be famous!
During our first game in Toronto, there was a terrible thunderstorm. We came back to our tent to see that it had collapsed. We slept in the car that night. The next day, we noticed that someone had saved our tent and put it on our picnic table. Canadians sure are nice.
Frank Robinson was a few feet to our right.
1993
So Much Younger Then -- Jamie and me
1994
At my dad's surprise 50th birthday party.
1995
My first game at Fenway. Somehow my dad knew someone at work who hooked us up with these tickets. I don't remember the details now but I remember it was very sketchy when we picked up the tickets. Why someone in the DC area had season tickets in Boston is beyond me. Anyway, Jamie and I were so nerdy indie rock that as we posed for this photo, we both fashioned ourselves after Pavement liner notes. And yes those are vintage Sebadoh and Archers of Loaf shirts we're sporting.
1996
I was living in Durham, NC. I went to many Bulls' games and was lucky to see the 19 year-old Andruw Jones play for half a season. I also mailed silly things to Jeremy including a request to design the expansion teams uniforms. Paul Lukas would be proud.
I brought my German girlfriend (on the right) and her Austrian friend to their first ever game.
1996 also marked the first time I attended a postseason baseball game when my dad and I saw the Orioles beat the Indians in Game 3 of the Divsion Series en route to winning the series. I'm still mad at my sister for making me miss the clinching game of the series because she insisted on reading from the Torah in front of everyone she knew at the time. Bah!
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okay Weasel -You are not the first to comment on the Baseball blog
Nice blog-Too bad I won't be commenting much. But I will check it daily
oh, memories. i've never been able to see or hear Jay Powell's name without thinking our your Hemond encounter. i like the little trip trough Dan's Hall of Girlfriends that we get here as well. i wasn't expecting an Ellie sighting. and i think that first picture of us from Camden Yards may have been taken by Janel?
janel, yes.
wow, good memory.
You're still mad at me?! You did not mention here that after the Torah reading, at the reception, you insisted on listening to the game on the radio and being surly. And instead of making a nice toast, you announced the score of the game. So I'm still mad at you! But I do admit, Bat Mitzavahs are stupid.
The 1993 photo is outstanding - what hats are those?
i think i had/have that same r.e.m. t-shirt. that letter is too precious. rich has girly handwriting, by the way.
dan, in that last photo with the Europeans, are you standing right below a giant size rendering of bull testicles?
Dan, you look rather camp in the last picture.
turtle,
people wanted to know the score so i was providing a service.
mondale,
up yours.
crispin,
yup
mas,
i'm wearing a washington senators cap and jamie is wearing a jmu hat.
Regarding the 1993 picture of DR & JP, Ms Random Doubt exclaimed "Oh my god, he looks so different and, well, Jamie doesn't."
putting the tarp out on Memorial Stadium was great closure. the next time I visited Memorial Stadium was the day after my wedding. You and Rich were there. perhaps it'll be mentioned later?
I'll never forget playing Mike Devereaux and pretending to rob a homerun.
this is priceless. good to see balgavy's obsession with facial hair over the years. good, good stuff mr. baseball.
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