Thanks to Field of Dreams and other times where baseball has been in popular culture, baseball is pretty well linked as a game shared between fathers and sons. That’s great, but Father’s Day isn’t until next month, and a lot of our moms like baseball too.
Mother’s Day, on the other hand, is just a couple of days away. So my question for you for this week’s FanPost is pretty straightforward:
What’s your favorite baseball memory with your mom?
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I’ve been to a bunch of games over the years with my mom, and if you want to go back to my short-lived Little League days where my mom never missed a game, it’s really been a life-long affair. Longer than my life, really, because my mom brought me along to Game 2 of the 1983 World Series when I was negative one month old.
It’s hard to pick just one favorite out of all of those, but one that I always look back on fondly is a game between the Orioles and the Rays on September 13, 2012. This game had the distinction of being the 81st win of the year for the 2012 Orioles, making it the win where they officially ended the streak of losing seasons.
We went to that day game because we didn’t have anything else to do and we could go, so at the last minute, we went. We got our money’s worth – a 14-inning affair that saw the teams combine to use 16 pitchers. over five hours and 15 minutes. The Rays ended up losing the designated hitter and at one point a pitcher pinch hit for a position player.
The game really had everything you could want from a long, insane game. Taylor Teagarden had one of his clutch hits. At one point, the Rays used five infielders, and it worked.
In the end, we could hardly stand without clutching onto one another because the concession stands closed so long ago and we were hungry. We could barely even still cheer because we were so nervous as the Orioles rallied with two outs in the 14th inning.
Finally, mercifully, a rookie you might have heard of, named Manny Machado, walked it off with a play not unlike what Robert Andino did on a fateful September day the year before against the Red Sox. We left shaking our heads, amazed that we got to witness all of that. It was fun. Thanks, Mom.
Your story doesn’t have to be that long. I talk too much. If you want to share your baseball memory with your mom, head over to the FanPosts. Some of the best responses may be highlighted next week.