not that i need an excuse to post a fantastic card like this 1995 upper deck sp championship series kirk gibson die-cut classic performances carda time or two before. mainly, that i was at game 1 of the 1988 world series with my dad. i came across some of our photos from that game recently, and scanned a few. let's relive the excitement, shall we?
we were sitting in the right field pavilion, and were in line for dodger dogs during the team introductions. debbie gibson sang the national anthem. when we got to our seats, the good year blimp was flying above the top of the park.
bottom of the first inning
top of the second inning
tim belcher loaded the bases, partly by walking dave stewart (that's stew at second base), but he got dave henderson (at the plate in the photo above) to strike out for the second out, but that brought up jose canseco.
bottom of the third innng
bottom of the fifth inning:
bottom of the sixth inning:
bottom of the ninth inning:
dennis eckersley is on the mound pitching to mike davis with two outs in that photo. davis draws a walk to extend the inning…
…and look who's coming up!
that's gibson, of course, making his way to the batter's box. everybody in the stadium was up, and most were hoping for a home run, i am sure.
the next two pictures are from the first pitch eckersley threw - my dad's photo is better
here's the 0-2 pitch to gibson
after that pitch, both my dad and i stopped shooting and watched instead. we are glad that we did. i took this next photo after watching gibson's hit land in the pavilion to our left. we have eck walking off the mound with steve sax holding his head in disbelief.
after that, i focused on home plate, which is too bad because i missed gibson rounding third. this photo shows mickey hatcher and orel hershiser up the line to greet him
my contest - only a few days left.
i know a guy who has only attended one baseball game in his lifetime, and it was game 7 of the 1991 world series. he says that he's never felt the need to go to another after seeing that game in person. game 1 of the 1988 world series was not the first game i had been to, obviously, but i kind of know what he means. it is a hard act to follow, but that's the beauty of the game - anything can happen on any given night - and that's why i keep going back.