Sunday, June 19, 2011

Happy Father's Day to my Dad - and the 1982 World Series!

This Father's Day, I decided to share my favorite story, as told by my Dad. Please enjoy! It was Game 7, of the 1982 World Series. Dad and his brothers had gone to see the game. They were seated in the upper level. During the 6th inning, my dad and his brothers began discussing how to get closer to the field, in hopes of the Cards win. They all walked down to the railing, at the lowest part of their level, and Dad turned to his brother, Donny, saying, "Hold my beer." And over the railing he went! He turned back to Donny, with his hands held out in front of him, "drop my beer!" - and he did. One by one, his brothers did the same thing, and they moved down to the railing of that section. They did the same thing again, until they were finally down to the front row of seats. Dad, a friendly and outgoing person who was loved by all, approached an older man sitting in the front row, watching the 8th inning. "Excuse me, are you going?" The older man looked at my dad, and said, "Going where?" Dad said, "On the field...when we win, are you going?" The guy smiled, and said, "No, I am not going out there." "Can I have your seat?" Dad replied. I don't know how, but Dad talked this guy out of his seat, at Game 7, during the 8th inning. Dad watched, as Bruce Sutter pitched the 9th inning. He watched the first two strikes of the final out, but as Sutter pitched the final strike of the final out, Dad went over the wall. He never saw the strike called. He was already on the field, running directly to Sutter. In the video, you see Sutter pitch, and all of the Cards players rush to Sutter - and the whole group of them are celebrating and jumping up and down. In that scene, my Dad runs into the group of the Cardinals players - the only one not wearing a jersey - and join in the celebration. The camera cuts away before Dad made it to Sutter, and when he did, he grabbed his hat (and, according to Dad, a healthy handful of Sutter's hair). As he turned to run with his souvenir, a cop finally caught up with him, and knocked him out with his night stick. Dad said that cop hit him, and he saw his feet fly out in front of him before he hit the ground. When he came to, the hat was gone. Poor Dad (and poor Sutter, who had less hair than what he started the game with)! I have tried a hundred times to find this video online, so that I could post it to Facebook - but I have had no success. Anyway, this is my tribute to my Dad, on Father's Day. I love you and miss you, Dad!

1 comment:

Tuffi said...

Great memory of your dad...I'm sure you miss him...I know we miss our dad...but have lot's of good memorys