The Best Game I’ve Ever Seen

I have hesitated to write this because of when the idea came to me. It was on the way to game five of the NLDS that I had a realization. For years the best baseball game I had ever been to wasn’t one played by my favorite team. It was a lat season game in 2009 between the Twins and Royals. Zack Greinke in route to the AL Cy Young and a dominant season took the mound against Nick Blackburn and the Twins. The Twins were making what had become their customary late season push as the HHH Metrodome was set to hold its last baseball games. It looked like when the tickets were purchased that this would be the last series ever held in the building and we were lucky enough to see Zack Greinke pitch.

The Twins started shooting up the standings and ended up in a position where they needed to win the next two against the Royals while the Tigers lost in order to make it to the post-season. All of these things happened and I was there to witness it. The Metrodome that day was an insane environment, and the game was a back and forth affair seeing both teams blow saves and former National John Rauch ended up with a Blown Save, Win. It was an amazing afternoon of baseball, and it wasn’t until I was sitting in a car driving to game five that I realized that I watched the 2012 Nationals play many afternoons and evenings of exciting baseball.

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There are some moments you wait for that you don’t even know you are waiting for. I wasn’t much of a baseball fan when I was growing up. I tried to watch the playoffs and at times I would watch a Braves, Cubs, or Orioles game on cable, but mostly I didn’t watch much baseball. I knew who the big name players were like Cal Ripken Jr., Barry Bonds, and Derek Jeter, but I didn’t pay much attention to anything else. I guess I was what you would call a casual fan, but then I spent the summer of 2004 in Virginia Beach. The Tidewater area of Virginia happened to be one of the areas in the running for the Montreal Expos.

During that summer I got caught up in this movement, but not so much for Virginia Beach to end up with the team. I wanted the team to end up in my hometown of Washington DC, and when the announcement became final and logos were introduced I happened to be home on Thanksgiving break. The first thing I did when I got home that Tuesday evening was to rush to the local Modell’s and buy a curly W cap. I still have that cap, shrunken and so full of dried sweat it can’t be worn.

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