I was planning to post an article about the best offensive teams of all-time, but I didn’t like it very much. (I’ll probably revisit that topic later.) Instead, on this Sunday humid summer night (August 14), a night in which the Red Sox-White Sox series finale was washed out, I entertained thoughts of autumn.
While waiting for the Sox game to be restarted or postponed, I looked up stats for the 2003 American League Division Series between
I read a recap of Game 3, the game in which the A’s made about 30 critical mistakes before Trot Nixon hit a game-winning homer in the 12th. (My favorite Oakland Game 3 gaff was Eric Byrnes failing to tag home plate after he slid into Jason Varitek. Instead, Byrnes, clearly in pain, pushes Varitek as Jason ran to the backstop for the ball and tagged him out. All the while, the A’s dugout is imploring Eric to go back and tag home plate while the oblivious Byrnes rubs his shin.) As I read the recap, I noticed a link where I could play a rebroadcast of the game online. I didn’t know such a thing existed! Rest assured, I was all over that. I watched a significant chunk of Game 3 before viewing Game 4 in its entirety.
Game 4 was the one in which
A couple of thoughts here: First, I still can’t understand how that ball off the bat of David Ortiz did not hop over the fence—in which case it would have been a ground-ruled double and Ramirez would not have scored. I don’t think I ever, in 20 years of watching Sox games at Fenway, have seen a ball hit to that part of the ball park that short-hopped the fence, which is about four feet high. Not only that, but the ball then hopped over the very tall Dye, allowing the slow-footed but always-stylish Ramirez to score from first—amazing.
Second, I did not see a single pitch of this game on TV. I was in
My Walkman did not have reception in my friend Nuprin’s car, but he was able to find a station carrying the national broadcast. We listened to the middle innings, bemoaning Dye’s crushing homer in the sixth. But ominous signs appeared. The station signal kept going in and out as we drove farther and farther away from the Twin Cities. By the time the eighth inning arrived, we had a sporadic signal that left the outcome of each play in doubt. This is an approximate recollection of how the bottom of the eighth went down in Nuprin’s car.
(The main characters are the broadcaster—I think it was Dan Shulman—and three then-seniors at Northwestern: myself, known as
Broadcaster: Garciaparra steps in…STATICSTATICSTATIC…one out… STATICSTATICSTATIC…eighth inning. The pitch from Foulke… STATICSTATICSTATIC…
Nuprin: I don’t know, man!
Broadcaster: …and Garciaparra steps out to adjust his gloves… STATICSTATICSTATIC…
Broadcaster: …the pitch to Nomar…drive to left-cent…STATIC…off the…STATIC…and Garcia…STATIC…with one out!
Nuprin: I don’t know, man! This is awesome!
Stukes: It’s digital,
Broadcaster: STATICSTATICSTATIC STATICSTATICSTATIC STATICSTATICSTATIC STATICSTATICSTATIC STATICSTATICSTATIC…and there’s two outs in the 8th.
Nuprin: This is unbelievable!
Broadcaster: STATIC…and Ramirez steps in… STATICSTATICSTATIC.
Stukel (turns around): We’re not close.
Broadcaster: STATIC…a base hit to left field…STATICSTATICSTATIC STATICSTATICSTATIC
Broadcaster: STATICSTATICSTATIC STATICSTATICSTATIC STATICSTATICSTATIC…Ortiz steps in with two on and two out… STATICSTATICSTATIC STATICSTATICSTATIC STATICSTATICSTATIC
Broadcaster: STATICSTATICSTATIC STATICSTATICSTATIC STATICSTATICSTATIC STATICSTATICSTATIC STATICSTATICSTATIC STATICSTATICSTATIC STATICSTATICSTATIC STATICSTATICSTATIC…drive to deep right field… STATICSTATICSTATIC STATICSTATICSTATIC STATICSTATICSTATIC STATICSTATICSTATIC…
Nuprin: I can’t believe it cut off right there!
We would never hear from Dan Shulman again. Amazingly and improbably, another group of guys from the team in fellow captain Andy Wade’s van happened to pull up beside us on the highway.
Stukel: My cell phone’s in my bag in the trunk.
Nuprin: Mine too.
Wade and his brother Jack show the thumbs up sign.
Now it was just a waiting game. We tried to stay close to Wade’s van because it still had reception, but we mostly just waited. Having chosen Nuprin's car because a ride with him was seven hours of guaranteed hysterical randomness, I now rued the decision. But I could do nothing about that now.
After about 20 minutes passed—interminable to me, Wade’s van comes up along side our car with everyone inside cheering and banging on the windows excitedly. Someone in the back held up the team wipe board—which we used to diagram plays. The wipe board read “Final—Sox 5, A’s 4.” What a game!
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The Red Sox would win Game 5 behind home runs from Varitek and Ramirez. I watched the first six innings of that game with my girlfriend in her dorm room before moving down a flight to watch with a fellow Sox fan from
Of course, the Red Sox would go on to lose the ALCS in seven games that I lived and eventually died with in similar fashion. But the eventual pain did not erase the delightful fervor described herein.
There’s just something about playoff baseball. I can’t wait ’til October.
(To watch playoff games from the last four seasons, go to this site. You will, however, need to have an MLB.tv subscription to watch the games.)