So begin the Baseball Diaries. I start in the year 1992 because that is the first year I have any photographs of games I attended. It is also the first year of the baseball trips. Rich and I embarked on a seven day trip to Buffalo, Detroit, Toronto (for 4 games against the 1st place Blue Jays and the 2nd place Orioles) and Pittsburgh. We managed to get amazing seats for the last two games in Toronto but we had to wait in line all day.
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.
So Much Younger Then -- Jamie and me
At my dad's surprise 50th birthday party.
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.
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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