Rained Out
Last summer's "road trip" included a game at Baltimore's picturesque Camden Yards. Much like Wrigley, any game there is a pleasure -- heck, years ago, my pal Dennis and I drove down there from New York to catch a last-Sunday-in-March exhibition game. Unfortunately this time, the weather didn't cooperate. Holding batting practice with the cage surrounded by tarp was not a good sign. Nor was the ever-steadier stream of raindrops.
After an hour or so's wait, and the prospects of a smallish crowd to catch the Orioles and Rangers, the game was postponed. Yet the ballpark was shimmering. Was it offering a visual apology?
Have you ever sat through any especially rainy or stormy games that stick in your mind? Man (and woman) fighting the elements? Two quickly come to mind -- Game 4 of the 1977 National League Championship Series, with Tommy John, working in a steady rain totally mesmerizing the Phillies offense and clinching a Dodgers pennant. And the Yankees' 1996 home opener against the Kansas City Royals. Rain turned to snow, with the cold penetrating coats, sweaters and anything you used for protection. And shoes were no match for slush.
After an hour or so's wait, and the prospects of a smallish crowd to catch the Orioles and Rangers, the game was postponed. Yet the ballpark was shimmering. Was it offering a visual apology?
Have you ever sat through any especially rainy or stormy games that stick in your mind? Man (and woman) fighting the elements? Two quickly come to mind -- Game 4 of the 1977 National League Championship Series, with Tommy John, working in a steady rain totally mesmerizing the Phillies offense and clinching a Dodgers pennant. And the Yankees' 1996 home opener against the Kansas City Royals. Rain turned to snow, with the cold penetrating coats, sweaters and anything you used for protection. And shoes were no match for slush.
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