By Dan Glickman
What’s my favorite baseball memory?
Oh, golly, this is hard.
Was it one of the two no-hitters I’ve seen in person? Was it hearing a stadium full of Canadians sing their national anthem before the USA-Canada game of the 2009 World Baseball Classic? What about seeing thousands of orange towels being swung around by Baltimore fans who had waited since 1997 to see postseason baseball again?
I don’t know. Well, I know, but it depends on the day. Some days, it’s one of the things above, other times, it’s more personal, like getting walked with the bases loaded to force in the winning run of a Little League game. Another time it could be a 18-inning minor league game, or watching my childhood baseball hero, Cal Ripken, homer in his final All-Star Game.
Actually, scratch that, I now know what my favorite baseball memory is:
2007. Cooperstown, NY. Me, my father and tens of thousands of our closest friends at the induction ceremony of Cal Ripken and Tony Gwynn. Just the energy there, the energy throughout the town, the feeling of being surrounded by other pilgrims who were there for the sole reason that they loved baseball and admired the two men being inducted. It’s impossible to describe.
That’s my favorite baseball memory. At least, it is right now.
Dan Glickman is a freelance writer who runs the Baseball Continuum blog (www.baseballcontinuum.com)
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