Precedented Times

Saturday night I escaped reality.  I zoomed back in time to May of 1996.  Here’s how it happened.   In January I had bought tickets to a baseball game in Baltimore.  The date of the game, June 27, seemed safe at the time.  We had heard of a virus that was in the news, but we didn’t feel any immediate threat.  We certainly didn’t see a risk to buying tickets to a game that was nearly seven months away.  These annual pilgrimages to Baltimore had become a tradition.

When the baseball season was put on hold in March, it still seemed possible to us that the late June date might work.  In May, we realized it wouldn’t happen.  We started thinking about Plan B.  There’s nothing imaginative about watching a game on the computer, but I’d never done it through Zoom as a social thing.  My job was to create a menu of old games involving the Orioles, preferably games that they won.

I found some vintage games, like their World Series wins in 1970 and 1983.  I found others that featured classic performances, like a Mike Mussina one-hitter in the playoffs or Eddie Murray’s 500th career home run.  We settled on a game that my nephew suggested.  He remembered it from his teen years, a game in which a player named Chris Hoiles had actually hit not one, but TWO grand slams. In the SAME game!  A rarity, indeed.  I searched it up. The first three Google hits were of the 1-minute variety, quick highlights of the two homers.  The fourth one was what we wanted.  A full game on YouTube.  Wow.  Three hours and 39 minutes. 

What I didn’t realize as I saved the link for our big Zoom night was that the full game was a DIFFERENT game.  Chris Hoiles did play a role in the game (hence the Google hit), but it wasn’t the two-grand slam game that my nephew had mentioned.

I realized my error in the second inning, when my nephew mentioned that this game had been one of the few bright spots in the otherwise-dismal 1998 season, when the Orioles’ long drought had just begun.  “Hmm, that’s odd,” I said, “because I think the game we’re watching is happening in 1996.”  I quickly checked on my phone, not wanting to interrupt the game on our screens.  Sure enough, the two-grand-slam game was in 1998.  Also, sure enough, the game we were watching was in 1996.  I had the wrong game on our shared screen.  

I sheepishly admitted my mistake.  I’d only had about a month to get this right.  Yeah.  

I rallied, though!  I suggested that maybe this would be better.  I could now see in the description on my phone what would happen in the game.  The title of the video pretty much gave away the ending.  My brother-in-law and nephew, though, were blissfully ignorant.  This actually gave them the opportunity to experience the game with some suspense.  

So, there we sat in our little box seats, a stripe down the right side of the field.  The TV image took up the rest of the screen. Our voices occasionally drowning out the announcers’.

There were moments of greatness.  Roberto Alomar makes a diving stop to rob Joey Cora.  Ken Griffey Junior makes a diving, rolling catch in center field to return the favor.  My wife comes down to the basement for a cameo, shuffling between me and my computer’s camera, saying, “Excuse me, excuse me, I just need to get to my seat over there.”    Later she came down to shout out, “Cold beer!” And still later, she came down to do what she often does when I’m watching games (by her own admission).  She just had to tell me what she’d learned from a friend on Facebook: Brad Pitt, Leonardo DiCaprio and Bradley Cooper were all sharing a house in the fancy side of our town and had been spotted at a nearby gas station and at a dive bar by the beach.  I promised I would keep a lookout, but I was currently residing in 1996, and those three didn’t even have careers yet.

Another nephew tuned in during the third inning, sharing a couch with his son and daughter. At one point, I suggested, perhaps a bit rudely, that a pitching change was in order.  The Orioles were leading 7 to 2, but their starting pitcher was clearly struggling, barely escaping jams in the previous two innings.  Apparently the Orioles’ manager was listening to our conversation, because he promptly switched pitchers.  I cheered. Within moments of that brilliant move, the Orioles’ lead had evaporated.  The play-by-play announcer AND my family members reminded me of this strategic error at five-minute intervals for the remainder of the game.

I got up to get another cold beverage (and some relief from the barrage of criticism), offering to get some for my fellow spectators, before realizing that, oh yes, we were hundreds of miles apart.   To make them feel better, when I returned, I told them that the lines had been super long. On the plus side, the men’s room was surprisingly clean.

By the ninth inning, the Orioles’ lead stood at one run.  The score was 10-9, when a young Alex Rodriguez, only 21 at the time, came to the plate for the bad guys…with the bases loaded.  On the first pitch, he rocketed a ball into the left field stands, giving his team, the Seattle Mariners, a 13 to 10 lead with one swing.

Even with the mini view of their faces, I could see that my nephew and brother-in-law were not amused.  “Seriously?  You’re making us watch a game that the Orioles LOST? And in the most painful way imaginable? To the young version of that hated future Yankee?”  This was far worse than my ill-advised pitching change blunder. I tried to seem equally disappointed. I apologized repeatedly.

That disappointment, that bleak moment, of course, was a necessary dose of anguish. The hero’s despair. The low point before the redemption.  I think it worked very well from a dramatic standpoint.

The bottom of the ninth was all that much sweeter, as the Orioles, with two outs, loaded the bases. Chris Hoiles, the only Oriole who hadn’t managed a hit in the game, lumbered to the plate.  He had been mired in an 0-for-20 slump.   At several points during the game, I had feigned disgust at his ineptitude.  Now, I suggested that the Orioles should probably pinch hit for him. This was too big a moment for such a lame hitter. 

Well, you would have, too, if you were in my position.

When this happened (did you watch it?), it was all worth it.

For an evening at least, we were living in precedented times.

8 thoughts on “Precedented Times

  1. Again, incredibly crafted slice. I admire your families ability to revise the June 27 trip to Baltimore into a shared virtual experience – really, what a cool idea! The image of Nancy coming down and bringing your the vision of the family actually in the stands with her motions and comments was so clear! The fact that your family got to experience the anticipation, anxiety, excitement, disappointment of a live game all because you goofed is fabulous! You gave them gift!

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  2. As a baseball fan, I love this slice. Excellent storytelling. Way to make a “wrong call” right. Your wife’s intrusions are perfect, as are your comments about long lines at the concession and the clean bathroom. I’m now wondering what games from my favorite team might be on YouTube. I’m going on a hunt for a no-hitter Bob Gibson pitched for the Cardinals against the Pirates at Three Rivers Stadium back in 1972. I listened to that game in the radio with my father. Harry Carey called the play-by-play before in turned traitor and sauntered off to Chicago.

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  3. Alas – but I love the exceptional humor with which you relay this “gaffe”! These are my favorite lines: “The hero’s despair. The low point before the redemption. I think it worked very well from a dramatic standpoint…” along with the constant reminders from announcers and family about the downhill pitching switch suggestion … then currently residing in 1996 and those big-name actors not having careers yet … too fun. Oh, and the final line, “For an evening, at least, we were living in precedented times” is perfect – aren’t we all weary from living in the unprecedented?? A respite – even temporarily horrifying and certainly tongue-in-cheek – is so welcome. We must live creatively … even if it means zooming back in time and landing somewhere unexpected.

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  4. I love this slice. This is everything that’s good about sports and family and… everything. Good thing you put in the extra prod to go watch the clip because it was *fantastic*. Baseball really is something, isn’t it? And your writing puts us right there. I loved the line Fran referenced – the story arc, the arc of the game, of the ball… it all works. Thanks for letting us be part of the fun. Though I do have one burning question: how did you manage to write about a mid-90s Orioles game without mentioning Ripken? I would have thought that was all but impossible!

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  5. I agree with all the praises above!
    I think there should be a collection of covid19 memoir pieces, and this should be in it.
    BTW, my husband has been using his free time to re-watch all the Nationals games from our Championship season this year 🙂 I’m sharing your post with him. I’ll appreciate the writing, he’ll appreciate the baseball.

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  6. I love how your family rallied to try and make the best of this situation. I enjoyed Nancy’s cameos and the updates about the stars. I’ve been hearing rumblings about this as well.


  7. Moments ago, my husband just stopped in his tracks behind me, exclaiming, “What!? Why are you watching baseball!?!” I have to say that your blog and your writing may be the only thing that could convince me to click on a baseball video link. I loved your family’s creativity and enthusiasm for creating a shared sporting experience and your great skill in recreating it. Thanks for a beautifully crafted and witty post!

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