Are you ever conscious of a memory in the making? Yesterday, on a whim, we went to see the Nationals play. (The Orioles were out of town.) Decent weather, small crowd, stellar game. The Nats’ pitcher, Ortiz, was carrying a no-hitter into the ninth — and he hit a homerun in the bottom of the eighth. He gave up the no-hitter on the second pitch of the ninth, but this may be the closest I ever get to seeing a no-hitter and, given the rarity with which I attend games in the National League, the only time I see a pitcher hit a homerun.
But I’ll also remember the two ushers standig on the dug-out, leading the crowd in “Sweet Caroline” during a Cardinals’ pitching change in the eighth.
Anyone else have a day like that, one that you experience in full, all the while knowing it’s one for your personal record books?