This blog began as a way to record my musings about preparations and travels to the Winter Olympics in Vancouver, Canada February 16-27, 2010. From that amazing experience came this ongoing story of becoming a sports fan. You can follow my tales of awe, agony, and all the emotions in between as well as view pics from seasons of Phillies baseball. Along the way is a little Eagles football thrown in for fun, and even some astronomy and weather related tales. I feel lucky to have witnessed some historic games, some heartbreaking losses, but all wonderful when told from this new fan's point of view.

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Showing posts with label Historic no hitter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Historic no hitter. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Historic no hitter game Oct 6 part 2

The first pitch by Roy Halladay-a strike. Everyone leans forward, waiting anxiously.

Behind me, one of the guys says, "Is he nervous? I am!"  I think he was speaking for 46,000 people.
(His friend replied, "He's a professional.")

These guys were terrific, loud, boisterous. Sometimes when they were cheering, I looked back at them having the time of their lives, and I was enjoying their enthusiasm.
I engaged the couple next to me a few times. "Do you know anything about the Reds?" "What just happened?"
Other than that, I was glued to the field, hollering when there was a hit, groaning at the strike outs.

There is a song that is sung in my synagogue on Shabbat-The words 'Teach us to treasure each day' can be poignant and inspirational.
Here at the game,  I noticed the ups and downs, the high pitched arc of the 'whoas' when the ball was hit to the outfield, the  sinking 'oos', when it was caught. What came to mind was "teach us to treasure each moment', Every pitch became a momentous drama. The 3/2 counts with 2 outs. Such expectation, sometimes dashed, sometimes rewarded. Every strike out, a notch on the board for history. Every leap to catch the ball a save for the pitcher.

Roy Halladay walks one. There goes the perfect game, someone says.

Top of the 8th Inning. No one in the crowd is sitting down anymore, The rally towels are a flutter after every pitch. Phillies are up, and the Reds have not had one man hit to get on base

Top of the 9th inning. 

"Probably the toughest test for a Phillies defender came with two outs in the ninth, when Phillips hit a swinging bunt and the 10-foot roller hit the bat that Phillips had dropped onto the wet grass near the first-base line.
Ruiz, angling away from the bat, grabbed the ball and, as he went sliding forward onto his knees, threw out Phillips by more than a stride".

Ryan Howard catches the ball at first base.
Fireworks, a crowd ecstatic.

I take a peek to the guys in back, One of them with a ferocious smile purrs, " I'm so happy." The guy to my left, "This is awesome."

To me, that was a perfect game