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The Greatest Game

Over on Twitter — and I did this as a lark, really — I asked people, “If you could go back and see one baseball game, anytime in history, what would you watch.”

And while it might have begun as a lark, so many people have responded — and the responses were so much more emotional than I expected. I figured there would be lots of people would would want to go back and see if Babe Ruth really called his show, see what it was like in 1908 when Fred Merkle forgot to go to second base on the game-winning hit, see Satchel Paige face Josh Gibson for real. And many people did say those things and they included many, many other great moments in baseball history — Larsen’s perfect game, Koufax’s perfect game, our pal Brandon McCarthy wanted to go back and see Roy Halladay’s playoff no-hitter against the Reds, on and on.,

But as I read more and more of these responses, I realized that what many people wanted to do was simply go back and relive the greatest sports moment of their lives — go back and see the 2014 Royals wildcard comeback or relive Game 6 of the 2011 World Series or be there again when the Mets came back in Game 6 or when Carlton Fisk waved his home run fair in 1975.

And even more simply wanted to be young again and go to that first game with Dad or Mom or both of Grandpa …

I was planning on writing a quick hit on this but now I want to delve deeper. So I ask you a favor. If you would, in the comments, write a few word about the game you would love to go back and see. Include your name if you wouldn’t mind being named in the story, leave it out if you prefer not to be named. And someday in a few weeks, after the Opening Day hoopla has faded, I will write the story, your story, my story, about what it would be like to go back, just for a day, to see a baseball game.

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227 Responses to The Greatest Game

  1. John Stukes says:

    The first MLB game I saw in person was on my 13th birthday at old KC Municipal Stadium. My older brother took me and I was in awe – even though our seats were behind a support beam 🙂 I even found the box score online! https://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/KCA/KCA197207230.shtml

  2. Dom Bonvissuto says:

    Easy answer for me: I’d go back to Sept. 18, 2006, for Padres at Dodgers. The home team was down 9-5 heading into the bottom of the ninth, and they hit four straight solo homers to tie it. We’ve all been to games where the game isn’t over but the outcome is a foregone conclusion. But you don’t leave early, and the reason is because of what happened that night at Dodger Stadium. I watched at home with Vin Scully on the call, which is glorious in itself, but I can’t imagine being in the crowd, the excitement building with each blast and the full euphoria when Marlon Anderson hit the fourth to knot the score. And speaking of foregone conclusions, there was no way the Dodgers were losing that game after that, with Nomar finishing the job in the bottom of the 10th with a walkoff blast. The lesson: Never leave games early and never count out your team. –Dom Bonvissuto

    • Glenn B says:

      I was at that game! I still have my scorecard. It was incredible and would be a worthy use of your time machine. Also of note, as you know, two of the home runs were off Trevor Hoffman. And, of course, my buddy I was with left in the bottom the eighth.

      I’m not a Dodgers fan (Cincinnati Reds and I can’t root for an old NL West team) but I’ve been in Los Angels for 18 years and go to every baseball game I can. There are two moments that vie for the loudest I have ever heard Dodger Stadium: that four homer ninth/Nomar walkoff and Manny Ramirez’s pinch hit grand slam on his bobble head night in 2009. Manny was just back from his first suspension for accidentally taking a PED-masking agent. And it was weird that he would make the same mistake a year and a half later. Must be easy to do.

  3. Adam M says:

    As a Nationals fan I am tempted to say Game 4 of the 2012 NLDS. But I will go with this one:

    https://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/BOS/BOS200005060.shtml

    May 6th, 2000. Tampa Bay at Boston. Pedro Martinez struck out 17 in a complete game loss. Steve Trachsel also went 9 innings and had what was I think (by game score at least) the best start of his career.

    I was there but I have very little recollection of the game aside from the fans in the outfield seats running out of ‘K’ signs for Pedro’s strikeouts. I was 11 and it was the fifth or sixth MLB stadium I had been to with my dad as part of what would end up being a 20 year journey to see every MLB ballpark.

    As I got older I realized how incredible it was that I a) got to see Pedro pitch and b) got to see him so totally dominate another team and somehow lose. Seeing it again now I would have a much greater appreciation for that, not to mention how lucky I was that I was able to take a trip like that and spend the weekend in Boston.

    We finished up the ballpark tour in 2012 and have since been back to all the new stadiums built since we started, seeing 38 parks in total.

    Fantastic question, excited to see what everyone else has to say.

    • Scott says:

      You could come of a list of just Pedro performances. But this post reminded me of the only time I got to see him pitch in person. It was the day McGwire broke the record (which would also be a great game for this exercise), and the Red Sox were playing the Yankees. The Red Sox were down but had runners in scoring position (I believe Nomar was up), when the interrupted the at bat to show Big Mac hit 62. The potential rally fizzled, likely because the pitcher (I think it was Riveria) had extra time to regroup. To this day, I blame McGwire for the loss.

      K signs were hanging in the outfield and Dominican flags were waving, but Pedro was disappointing and got the loss. Here’s the game:
      https://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/BOS/BOS199809080.shtml

      So Pedro gave up 3 runs over 7.1 innings to one of the best teams in history and I think of it as a bad start. He really was something else. I think I would pick the 1999 All Star game when he struck out 5 of 6 batters following the nominees for the All-Century Team.

      • DickB says:

        I saw Pedro pitch once on a very cold day in May. Driving to the game it was snowing all the way to about Rt 128 where it turned into a fine cold mist. The game was delayed a couple of hours and the temp when it started was 38. My brother was very upset that they were going to pitch Pedro that day. “He’ll never be able to get loose in this weather” he said. Pedro came on to face the Mariners with Ichiro leading off. He struck out the side on 9 pitches in the first so I suggested to my brother that perhaps he was able to get loose. He took four pitches to get through the second inning and that included a hit. What a phenomenal pitcher.

        • Vince says:

          The only time I saw Pedro pitch was https://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/BOS/BOS199904150.shtml a 4-0 loss to the White Sox in April 1999, at home.The box score shows that it was 49 degrees with 16 mph winds, but let me tell you it got real cold, real quick and the wind chill made the game not fun to watch.
          Two Pedro games I would love to see again were both one hitters: Aug 29th 2000 against TB when he went to the bottom of the 9th with a no-n=hitter, but broke his chain necklace (which I knew was not a good omen) and gave up a single to John Flaherty and then his best pitched game (and maybe the greatest pitched game ever, considering the competition) Sept 1999 vs the Yankees https://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/NYA/NYA199909100.shtml

  4. Daniel says:

    Do All Star games count? Cal’s home run. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=b_etvGI7WfU

  5. Darryl Konter says:

    The Yankees fan in me wants to go back to Larsen’s perfect game (I was 3 at the time). The baseball history fan in me would love to be at Game 5 of the 1920 World Series, which had the first WS grand slam, first WS HR by a pitcher, and Wamby’s unassisted triple play.

    But most of all, I’d like to go to the 91 World Series in Atlanta, because I’d be there with my Dad and my sister Sherry.

  6. Mickey Brown says:

    I’d go back to Wednesday, Sept. 28, 1960. I’d put on warm clothes because, as we all know, it was cold that day. I’d make my way to the corner of Van Ness St. and Yawkey Way. I’d walk up to a ticket window and slide my $2 through the opening, the 10,455th paying customer at the park that day. Then, I’d plant myself in the bleachers, just beyond the bullpen, so I’d have the best view possible of the 521st — and last — home run of Ted Williams’ career.

    • I also picked Game 5 of the 1920 World Series. I get to League Park once a month or so, and I like to stand shading second base and imagine being there.

      • Mike Beyer says:

        I met Bill Wamby around 1982 at the Lakewood Public Library (he was a regular visitor). I was in the 8th grade, and he regaled us for about 15 minutes on that Game 5, and the unassisted triple play. A real thrill.

    • doug says:

      I don’t believe that actually watching that game could possibly be more satisfying than reading Hub Fans Bid Kid Adieu

  7. Tom Stephenson says:

    I believe that with what we all know I would transport back to the final game played by Roberto Clemente. Achieving his 3,000th hit with seasons remaining. And for the love of humanity plunging into waters off his beloved Puerto Rico on his mission to serve the people of Managua. Such loss that resonates still today.

  8. Paul Jones says:

    I would go to a minor league game. My father played class c (or d, very low minors) in Hastings, NE in 1956. He didn’t tear it up but I’ve heard all my life about the baking sun, the huge outfield, the brick wall, the wool uniforms, the long bus rides…

    I’d take any game he played in from that summer.

  9. Kenn MacAdam says:

    I, too, would like to see the 2014 Royals-A’s wild-card game. It was the first game for my youngest daughter, Brynna, who was 9 at the time. As a Royals fan since 1971, I figured it might be the only chance for us to see a playoff game together. We had a great time, but after the Royals fell behind late, I thought it might be a good idea to leave since it was getting late in the evening. We were actually in the concourse, making our way toward the exit, when something made me pause and turn left, into a walkway back to the stands. There we stood in the mouth of the walkway, as the Royals began yet another comeback. And there we stayed, until Salvy singled past Donaldson to bring home the winning run. Although my daughter had no way of understanding how historically significant the game was, she certainly understood the pure joy that rocked The K that night, and she was so excited to participate in it. We’ve been back to many games, and of my six kids, she is the biggest Royals fan of all.

  10. hardy callcott says:

    Game 3 of the 1970 Orioles-Reds World Series. Greatest fielding game by the greatest fielding third baseman of all time (Brooks Robinson), plus the only grand slam by a pitcher in World Series history. I was nine years old at the time and watched it on TV, but to have been there in person…

    • Mike Knox says:

      Brooks Robinson was my hero, and by far my favorite ballplayer. The only time I saw him live was the minor league game (late 60’s?) in Vancouver when he impaled his arm trying to catch a foul ball near the dugout. My father had taken me to the game (I was 7? 8?) and our seats were @ 30ft from where it happened. I still have dreams about the amount of blood it caused! I thought he was dead! When he recovered, he immediately became my hero, and I followed his career religiously from (bad) Baltimore team thru (great) Baltimore teams, to the Hall of Fame.

      If I could relive that day, I would rush down the aisle as he tracked the foul ball and THROW my body between him and the hook (or whatever it was) that he impaled on, and prevent the accident before it happened. Probably have got myself banned for life for interference, but saving my hero from pain would have made it worthwhile!

      Mike

    • Jim Haas says:

      The first MLB game I ever saw was at the old ballpark in Baltimore (circa (1960). Uncle Vinny lived close enough to walk to the game. I was in awe.

  11. Doug Wisner says:

    I would have loved to have witnessed Mazeroski’s homer to end the 1960 World Series. It is the situation every kid dreams of – hitting a home run to end the World Series. The scenario is ideal: Game 7, walk-off home run, the sprint around the bases. Even the late afternoon imagery around Forbes Field is perfect. It pre-dates my birth, I have no rooting interest in either the Pirates or Yankees but so far there has never been a buzzer-beater to win the NBA Finals in Game 7, no Hail Mary TD pass to win the Super Bowl, so this is the only “dream” scenario which has played out from our youth.

    • Ed Davidoff says:

      This is my choice for the greatest game ever. So many memorable plays. Jim Coates forgetting to cover first base, leading to a big rally by the Pirates. A big home run by Hal W. Smith, which should have made him the World Series hero. A remarkable base-running play by Mantle, allowing the Yankees to tie the game in the 9th. The Pirates defeating the Yankees, the most hated team of the era. And, of course, Mazeroski. A great game at any time, but made greater by being Game 7.

  12. DJ Sebastian says:

    2016 World Series Game 7 in Cleveland vs Cubs… This time without the rain delay!
    Attended this game with my brother and we are both lifelong Tribe fans. A World Series Championship would have completed the journey for “one before we die”. In any case, it was great to witness one of the greatest games in baseball history, an unexpected comeback, and reminiscing about all those games in the past, following our team growing up.

  13. Bruce Moore says:

    I grew up an Astros fan. Every year we had the 16 game plan and we shared it with my dads best friend. We had two seats and he had two seats. He would also get company seats a few times a year. There were 4 seats and usually it would be him and my dad and me, and then some friend of his or his wife, something like that. On September 6th 1981, he got 4 tickets. This time he took his wife, my dad and a friend from college. It was Nolan Ryan’s 5th no hitter. I would love to go back and see that game and share that moment with my dad. He passed away in 1999 and I think of that game, every time I think of him. Thanks for doing this Joe, I really look forward to the article. Bruce Moore

  14. Judd says:

    Game 7 of 1955 World Series. My father was 12 years old and watched in person as his Bums finally reached the mountaintop. My dad ran out onto the field on the final out. I heard about the game from my birth until my dad passed away too early, 20 years ago. I’d rather watch that game, sitting next to my dad, than do just about anything.

  15. kyle katz says:

    I am Royal blue through and through. I think the most anxious, exciting game I can remember is the 2014 Wild Card game with the A’s. Up/Down, Desperation, Vindication. Watched on TV and remember thinking I would rather be anywhere in the stadium to feel that energy.

  16. James says:

    I would like to see Moonlight Graham’s game.

  17. Chris Parker says:

    I hate going for the obvious but sometimes obvious is obvious because it’s best. For a GenX Dodgers fan–the son of a Baby Boomer Dodgers fan–it’s 1988 World Series Game 1. When I was little, I asked my dad his favorite teams (Dodgers and Raiders). They remain my favorite teams. In 1988, my dad was stationed in Thomas Magnum’s Hawaii (military kids’ memories are bound up with places that remain locked in time) and we watched Game 1 together, like we did all the games. No one in my family will ever forget my dad calling my mom in from the kitchen as Gibson hobbled to the plate. “Bev, get in here. He’s gonna park it!” Of course he did. It was magical. Dad’s gone now and didn’t get to see the Dodgers in the World Series again. Though Alzheimer’s robbed him of his memories at then end, I like to think he remembered that. I sure do.

    • Harmon says:

      “(military kids’ memories are bound up with places that remain locked in time)”

      I’m a brat. You’ve nailed it.

    • Richard Aronson says:

      I was at that game with my parents in our season seats behind third base on the loge level. I’ve seen lots of homers to right fly out over the years, but usually they were hit by guys named McCovey or Stargell; not so many Dodgers had left handed power. But that one looked like a homer off the bat.

    • Noah says:

      I was there! My dad brought me; I was 14 years old. In the parking lot afterward strangers were embracing, and you could hardly hear over the cacophony of car horns that boomed across the ravine.

  18. Michael Heithaus says:

    I’d love to go back to the game where Mark McGwire hit home run number 62. Everyone was waiting for it and it came with his biggest challenger – Sosa – in the field. It was a time before we were all disillusioned by steroids and still open to the wonder of the home run. McGwire was larger than life – especially in St. Louis – and baseball was the top story on every tv station and newspaper. And while it is hard to imagine that a mere 20 years ago was a more innocent time, it was a time before the internet and Facebook consumed us, before 9/11, and before most teams had a brand new state of the art stadium. It was a magical night helping to cap a magical season.

    • Roger says:

      I was at the McGwire 62nd game in the right field seats. I remember wondering for a bit if the ball was fair due to my angle. The crowd told me!

  19. Doug Chapin says:

    Game 7, 1924 World Series – a pebble-bounce in the bottom of the 12th earns the Senators their first (and as it turns out, only) championship.

  20. Chris says:

    I know it’s pretty recent history, but it was a really special game:

    2017 ALDS Game 1 – Astros vs. Red Sox. I took off work and went with my dad and my oldest son. We screamed our heads off for all three of Jose Altuve’s home runs. I’ve never heard Minute Maid Park get so loud. My dad is a lifelong Astros fan, as am I. We went to tons of games in the Astrodome and in Minute Maid, but being there to witness history with my dad and my son was a moment I’ll treasure forever.

  21. Patrick Martin says:

    June 26,1977. Met Stadium in Bloomington. Sir Rodney went 4/5 w/ 6 RBI to raise his average to 0.403

    I was there with my Dad. I was 3 1/2. I don’t remember it. I wish I did.

    youtu.be/b5DsTfp0dhI

    Mr. Reusse says it the greatest Twins regular season game ever played. http://m.startribune.com/twins-ought-consider-a-midsummer-celebration-of-rod-carew-s-pursuit-of-400/407249036/

    Mostly though just to see me and to see my dad.

    • dan feinstein says:

      I had logged on to write of just this game.

      I have some similarities to JoePos. I was born in 1967, spent my formative years in the Midwest, and moved to the South. After the move, I felt torn from what I knew and misplaced in the new city, so I kept going back, in memory, to my earlier years.

      I had grown up just on the Wisconsin side of the St. Croix, about an hour or so from that wonderful old ballpark in Bloomington. Dad would take us to see the Alan Page / Fran Tarkenton Vikings and we’d go to the other side of the parking lot in the Winters to see the North Stars skate. But my favorite always was Rod Carew and the Minnesota Twins.

      The Twins weren’t very good then. The club was roiled by a racist penny-pincher Calvin Griffin. But they had fun players, from Larry Hisle to Dan Ford to Lyman Bostock to Roy Smalley to Butch Wynegar to the wonderfully named Bombo Rivera. But the greatest hero of all to this long ago young boy was Rod Carew. Carew was elegant and graceful and was permanently ensconced atop the batting leaderboards and the all star teams.

      June 26, 1977 was a warm summer Sunday and we had seats in the upper deck. I was there with Dad, my just about to turn 8 little brother and two cousins. In the grand scheme of things, the game didn’t really matter. It was between two clubs perpetually going nowhere, but we, along with over 46,000 others packed the iron monstrosity.

      It was a wild game with the Twins up 8-1 after two, the Sox storming back for 6 in the third, before the Twins widened the gap with 6 of their own in the bottom of the frame. The final was a silly 19-12.

      And my hero, the marvelous Rod Carew went 5 for 6 with a homer, a double and bunch of ribbies and runs scored. There was a point in the game when the old scoreboard lit up to say that he had gone over .400 for the first time in that magical year when he’d end up at .388. When that was announced, 46,000 voices were screaming. I was right there with them.

      A few years later, Carew was traded in the midst of a contract fight and my family moved deep into SEC football country. But no matter how misplaced I became, I could always travel back in my memories to that beautiful Summer day when Rod Carew went over .400.

      The boxscore: https://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/MIN/MIN197706260.shtml

      A post-script: I have long since given up on having sports heroes. They are people with flaws, not mystical heroes. But Carew continued to hold a special place in my heart, not only from what he meant to my childhood, but also how he dealt first with the death of his daughter (and his efforts to support bone marrow testing) and then his own dual kidney/heart transplant. In the latter, I share one final bond with Carew: I too have been the recipient of a kidney transplant that has saved my life.

  22. ajnrules says:

    I replied on Twitter that I would have loved to see the regular season contest between the Senators and the Tigers from May 14, 1920. It was the day that Walter Johnson got his 300th win. I had become a huge fan of the 300-win milestone about a dozen years ago, and I became interested in the games themselves after watching Randy Johnson reach the milestone on June 4, 2009. (Still the best moment I’ve seen in person and another game I’d love to go back in time and watch.) I’d really want to go back and watch any of the games that’s not on video, but since I had to pick one I went with Walter Johnson’s. It is perhaps the most thrilling game, with multiple lead changes. Walter Johnson had come out of the bullpen and allowed an inherited run to score, but made up for it by driving in the tying run and being a part of the winning rally. It is still the only 300-win game to end in a walk-off. Plus it would be great to see a couple of baseball legends like Walter Johnson and Ty Cobb, Sam Rice and Harry Heilmann.

  23. Kenyon Harbison says:

    I don’t know the exact game but I was very young, yet old enough for memories, and Oscar Gamble was playing for the Yankees. That means it was probably the 1984 season. My dad took me to old Yankee Stadium, to the cheap seats — I think we were in the right field bleachers. High up. Oscar Gamble came to the plate and at some point my dad told me to yell, “Hit a homer, Oscar!” I was probably bored and disappointed that the little glove I had brought with me to catch a ball had seen no use (I don’t remember, but today I’m a father of a five-year-old boy, so I suspect that’s what it was). Anyway I did yell, at the absolute top of my lungs. Oscar hit the very next pitch out — nowhere near us, but OUT. Of course, Oscar hadn’t heard me from so far away. But all the people in the bleachers near us had heard me. They all stood up, at least fifty people or more, and turned to me and gave me a standing ovation. It was the first moment in my life when I remember feeling really proud, like I had accomplished something important. I was about four years old. In reality, I hadn’t actually done much at all, besides put myself out there to yell in public, but that doesn’t really matter. It was the start of my love of baseball, which continues to this day. It is also a great memory with my father. A brain gets clogged with memories and some get shoved into the storage cabinet, so I hadn’t really thought about this event for many years; but Oscar Gamble’s recent death reminded me of it and I have thought about it often since he died. It’s like by dying he gave me a second unintentional gift. I would love to re-live that (meaningless, mid-season — to the rest of the world) game with my dad.

  24. KCJoe says:

    Joe,
    The greatest game I ever witnessed was the 2014 Wildcard Game and the first game I ever attended would certainly be on a short list but I would want to go back to Brewer’s Opening Day 1987. Why? Well, it was the first time in my life that I realized that other people loved baseball as much as I did. I was born and raised in Kansas City. I attended Royals games occasionally. My older brother would take me but he wasn’t always there to watch the game. I watched them on TV a lot. I love Kansas City and Kansas City loves the Royals (especially when they are winning) but I’m not sure Kansas City loves baseball.
    I had just started college in Milwaukee and got to know a couple local folks who had plans for Brewers Opening Day. The Brewers had had some success, less recent than the Royals but they had a pennant. They were not expected to do much, young but with Yount and Molitor, there was always some hope. They won the first 13 games that year but we didn’t know that on this day. On this day, it was all hope and Spring and everything that Opening Day means to baseball fans. We were in college, in Milwaukee and I have a scar from that event. I’ve been to a lot of Opening Days since but that was the one that made me understand that it is more than just 1 of 162 games and that baseball is more to people than a pastime.
    KCJoe

  25. Matt Connor says:

    June 6, 1991 – Texas Rangers @ Kansas City Royals

    Dad had gotten 4 good tickets on the first base side – it was a treat, because we normally sat with the rowdies in General Admission, but that game was special. Saberhagen was on the mound against Nolan Ryan (my favorite player at the time), and it was going to be a battle. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky all day – and my friends David and Niels could still probably tell you about the sunburns we all got because no one remembered sunscreen (it was 1991 after all). I saw Ryan pitch again in ’93 (his final year), but it wasn’t nearly as fun watching him fan 9 Royals over 7 innings that day. The game was tight all day – with the Rangers taking a lead in the 9th, only to be tied up with a homer by Carmelo Martinez (of course).

    That game lasted 18 innings – and much to Dad’s chagrin, we stayed the entire time. Looking at the box score, it also lasted 6 hours and 28 minutes. Joe, I know I’m being greedy by asking for two games worth of baseball, but I just want to be able to show my dad pictures of his newest grandson and watch a fun game of baseball. I miss him.

  26. Sean Dobbin says:

    Oh man, I’d love to relive that first game. I was 6 years old, and to that point, the only baseball fields I’d ever seen in person were Brooklyn sandlots. So walking out on to the concourse at Shea Stadium… the vastness, the GREEN. I still remember the awe.

    Howard Johnson was my favorite player. The Mets were losing, so my dad — an Irish transplant who thought baseball was rather silly but nonetheless indulged his son’s interest — suggested that I come sit on his lap for an inning or two. Maybe it would change their fortune. A few minutes later, HoJo came up and belted a homer to right center, and the Mets came back to win.

    We did that trick a few more times that year; if the Mets were losing, I’d just go sit on dad’s lap for a few minutes. And it always seemed to work! (Though I’m sure that’s largely selective recall.) But that first time was just magical.

    I have a 4-year-old boy of my own now. And I hope that someday, we can make a memory like that for him.

  27. Dennis Sulsberger says:

    Game 7 of the 1991 World Series. With the Twins down 3 games to 2, my boss at a CBS station gave me two tickets to Game 7. So the family gathered to watch Game 6 and went crazy when Kirby Puckett hit his 10th inning homer. So I got to take my Dad, who taught me to love baseball to the World Series. And we screamed, and waved our Homer Hankies for ten innings until Gene Larkin blooped a single to left. We didn’t leave until the Twins came back out and took a victory lap around the Metrodome.
    Dennis Sulsberger

  28. Bruce Ekholm says:

    I was 9 years old. The Twins were playing the Dodgers in the 1965 World Series. My Mom, a substitute teacher, didn’t have a job that day, and heard that standing room only tickets were going on sale. She got me out of school (that just didn’t happen in those days) and I spent a glorious sunny October afternoon watching the Twins beat the Dodgers 5-1 behind Jim Mudcat Grant’s pitching (allowing 1 run in 9 innings) and hitting (a 3-run home run). To this day, it remains my fondest baseball memory – even more than winning 2 World Series.

  29. Dave Melendi says:

    I would like to see Jackie’s first game. April 15, 1947 I believe.

  30. Ed Peterson says:

    Game 4 of the 2004 World Series. I would have loved to be there with my father, who has since passed.

  31. Joe says:

    2015 ALDS Gm 5 – Jays/Rangers. I was in the building for that game, and I’d absolutely pick to see that 7th inning again. Most unbelievable hour of baseball I’ve ever seen.

  32. You’re right Game 6, 2011 was simply the greatest baseball moment of my life. But that’s also how I know I want to go back to it.

    As a Cardinals fan, I was invested in the game. I know that a neutral baseball fan would rate the game as extraordinary, but I’m not sure if I was simply a baseball fan if I would want to go back to it so much.

    To be honest, I’m not sure now that it’s the right answer. I can’t go back to Game 6 and relive it as if it’s new. Without the dread I felt in the 8th, I know the 9th inning rally isn’t the same. I can’t go back and feel the despair of Matt Holliday coming up to bat, the resignation of knowing Pujols is going to be intentionally walked, the excitement of knowing Big Puma was on deck.

    I want to drop my shoulders and curse when Freese flies out to Cruz, I want to jump up as Cruz misplays it.

    I want to feel the pain (but also magic) of Josh Hamilton’s homer. I want to consider shutting the game off right there, and I want to think “what if” and keep watching. I want to feel the high as Berkman comes up to bat, the low as he’s down to his last strike, the regret I feel for ever doubting him as he singles to tie it. The euphoria of rewatching the Freese walk-off isn’t the same (I’ve tried).

    I know I can’t feel those emotions again, but I know that even as much as the lows hurt, I would never rob younger Tyler of feeling them. I know rewatching Game 6 could never live up to watching it live, but I would never want to rob present Tyler of the opportunity to experience even a fraction of the highs. And that’s why, even though it will never be the same, when asked your question, Game 6 2011 will always be my answer.

  33. Drew O'Donnell says:

    I would go back and see Randy Johnson get win 300 in Washington DC. You see I had a ticket for the game on the night before however it was rained out. The next day I had a big work outing in which I was partnered with the CEO of the company and figured it would be a bad look to miss that day of work. Now that I have left the company I regret that decision whole heartedly.

  34. Sadge says:

    I can pick only one? Can I pick one ticket for two games? How about a double header on September 28, 1941? Watching Ted Williams go 6 for 8 that day to finish at .406 would have been amazing. That’s my wishful thinking pick.

    To relive one of my own, I could pick many at Candlestick Park, even games that weren’t all that memorable, because I loved watching my Giants. I may even pick a game in the early ’80s in Oakland where a leadoff homerun by Rickey Henderson went off my dad’s hands just so I could grab it as it rolled by my mom’s feet into the aisle where a dog pile of people formed on top of it. But I probably would pick Game 5 of the NLCS in 1989 as I sat with my dad as Will Clark (my all time favorite player) singled up the middle against Mitch “Wild Thing” Williams. The stadium seemed to shake from the sound of the crowd (as it would do for real in the World Series). And the hour plus ride home with my dad and the radio tuned to KNBR and car horns and the aura of winning the Pennant filled me with so much joy. – Scott Johnson

  35. Ron Warnick says:

    I would have loved to have watched the Sandberg Game (June 23, 1984) in which Cubs second baseman hit game-tying home runs in the ninth and 10th innings against Cardinals reliever Bruce Sutter, the best fireman in baseball. Dad and I watched it for a few innings on TV (it was NBC’s Game of the Week) but we shut it off and went outside to do a bunch of farm tasks because the Cardinals had taken a huge lead. We didn’t find out what had happened until we saw the recap on the 6 o’clock news.

  36. Dan Boyce says:

    Dan Boyce, Cleveland Ohio.

    Game 6 of the 1986 World Series. I was nine and snuck out of bed to watch the late innings after Grandma sent me to bed. I ran up the stairs as quietly as I could to wake my brother up so he could watch, too (somehow she heard me running up the stairs). She let us stay up to watch the most amazing ending I’ve ever seen, then told us to “go to bed before your mom and dad kill me.” They didn’t kill her. That night took me from a baseball fan to a full blown baseball junkie, and I have my Grandmother to thank.

  37. Jack Reidy says:

    I grew up in Pittsburgh watching Roberto Clemente play right field, both at decrepit old Forbes Field and the shiny new Three Rivers Stadium. Every Pittsburgh kid tried his trademark basket catch. Every Pittsburgh kid rolled his neck coming up to bat. I want to see his last regular season game, September 30, 1972, and his 3,000th and final hit.

    Getting a ticket won’t be a problem. There were only slightly more than 13,000 in the stands. The Pirates often had trouble with attendance. They were a great team, fun to watch in 1972 but only attracting 1.4 million for the year. A few seasons earlier, pitcher Jerry Royce looked up at us behind third base and said “Thanks for coming out, folks.” People behind first base could hear him.

    Roberto standing on 2nd base is an iconic photo, a better pose than the one used for his statue outside PNC Park. I want to see that with my own eyes despite the heartache of knowing what was ahead. It’s probably against time travel rules, but how could you not try to reach out to keep him off that overloaded airplane on New Year’s Eve? The one that would take his life and gut-punch an entire City?

    Worth the trip to burn that photo into a real memory.

  38. Phil G says:

    Mine would be August 1, 2013. Seattle was visiting Fenway, and Felix Hernandez was pitching against Ryan Dempster. After seven innings the score was as you’d expect from such a matchup (Mariners winning 7-1) and King Felix let the bullpen finish the job. Shane Victorino hit a solo shot in the eighth for a small moral victory, but with a five run deficit facing the Sox and a two hour drive home facing us, we decided (reluctantly – hate to leave a game early) to beat some traffic and hit the road.

    Ten batters later in the bottom of the ninth the Red Sox had tied their biggest 9th inning comeback ever, winning on a Daniel Nava hit to deep center field. And we missed the whole. Damned. Rally. I never want to leave a game early again.

  39. Mike says:

    June 27, 2003. Red Sox scored 10 runs in the first inning before they made their first out of the game. All-time record, never happened before or since, so it’s amazing to be one of the 34,000 or so who saw it from the stands. One of those rare instances in sports where fans see something so crazy they stop screaming and cheering and just start laughing each time a run piles on.

  40. Kevin Buick says:

    May 28, 1977. A sunny, warm Saturday and my uncle Mike spontaneously decides to take my brother and I to Wrigley Field, back when 22,000 tickets went on sale the day of the game. The Cubs are 1/2 game behind the Pittsburgh Pirates; a fearsome team loaded with sluggers like Parker, Stargell, Sanguillen. The ballpark is alive — I’d never experienced electricity like that. The Cubs are young and unheralded, but aggressive and confident. Jim Rooker throws several innings of no hit ball but the Cubs offense awakens late. I can still see Jerry Morales’ ringing double bounding into the left field corner, scoring three runs and putting the Cubs in front. Off Kent Tekulve, who usually strangled the Cubs’ offense. Apart from the picture perfect beauty and joy of the game, thought, the reason why I would like to go back in time to see this again is really what happened after. In what I later learned was a repeat of something that happened in the 60’s, the full house at Wrigley stayed in their seats cheering, knowing that by beating the first place Pirates, the blue Cubs flag on top of Wrigley’s scoreboard would be raised to the highest position. For a Cubs team that had essentially stunk during my coming-to-baseball years (starting in 1974), this display of pre-eminence was unprecedented. It was, as I say, electric. 39,000 fans standing, cheering, celebrating our team’s ascendency as the flag slowly ran up to the top of the National League East pole, over the red Cardinal flag; over the maroon Philly flag; over the black and gold Pirate flag. It was so fresh, and so — unreal. I would not experience anything comparing to it until Game 5 of the 2016 World Series. The Cubs were never “lovable losers” to me; they were my team fiercely loved, and despite seemingly overwhelming empirical evidence to the contrary, I would always have this day to remind me that they could be winners. I thirsted to return to this moment of promise, of being at the top of the scoreboard, so many times between then and the glorious moment of 11/2/2016. If I could, I would go back to see the moment that spark was lit within me.

  41. Alice says:

    June 1, 2012, Mets vs Cardinals. Johan Santana’s no-hitter. As an original Mets fan who wanted to be the first girl to play in the major leagues (I could drop fly balls just as well as Marv Throneberry, or so I though), this was the culmination of years of frustration as a fan, and was unexpected in the way that the World Series victories weren’t (if you make it to the Series, it’s not unrealistic to think you might win!).

    Furthermore…My father had died 2 years earlier, and my mother, at some point, decided she could root for the Mets also (if I reminded her they were on). But the next morning, early, I got a triumphant email, crowing over the victory. She gradually declined from there, so that was one of the last non-fraught moments we shared.

  42. Alan Friedenberg says:

    If I could go back in time to see a game with my Mom, well, I’d want to go with her to see any game with her beloved Brooklyn Dodgers in Ebbets Field. She was a huge Dodgers fan as a kid; in fact, she stopped following baseball completely after the Dodgers slunk off to L.A.

    Just to see a game through her eyes would be amazing to me. She told me about her favorite players many times over the years – Pee Wee Reese, Eddie Stanky, and Pete Reiser. She vividly described to me what it was like to see Pistol Pete crash into the outfield wall while trying to catch a fly ball.

    What a treat that would be!

  43. Gavin Young says:

    So many people have said April 15, 1947, but in the Robinson story that game was kind of a dud. Give me August 20, 1947 when the Cardinals came to Ebbets Field. Ralph Branca had a no-hitter going into the 9th. Enos Slaugher famously spikes Robinson in the 11th. And an inning later Robinson and Stan the Man have a private conversation about it at 1st base after a single to CF. Two teams that were battling for the pennant and for the soul of baseball in 1947 facing off in the dog days of August. That’s the game to see in 1947.

  44. Ed from Westchester says:

    I was so lucky to go to so many games with my dad — Mets games, mostly. We usually sat in the upper deck, in right field at Shea Stadium. Just about no one hit a ball up there, though I remember Willie Stargell (no surprise, he was a Mets killer) reaching those seats. I remember the usher telling us that Tommie Agee reached the upper deck area the night before we attended a game.

    The game I wish I could do again now would be a 1968 night game — SF Giants at Shea. My grandfather, who was an NYPD detective, was not a baseball fan, but he was talked into taking me to a ball game. We sat on the first-base side, mid-level, and for some reason I remember so much of what I felt and saw, the entire experience. I was 7. The following year, my grandfather died suddenly, just a month after his retirement. I barely knew him, but I remember telling him all about Willie Mays and Willie McCovey,Bud Harrelson and Ed Kranepool, and how this guy named Jerry Koosman looked like he could be the ace of the Mets staff, totally overlooking Tom Seaver.

    It was a great night. I’ve tried to recreate it with my son, and we’ve been fortunate to see games in various parks across America. We always take a picture at these ballparks. You never know when you’re going to make a memory.

  45. Mario Lanza says:

    I was at Game 5 of the Yankees-Mariners ALDS in 1995, and I have always wished my wife and (especially) my kids could have experienced how loud it was and how much energy was in the Kingdome that night. So that’s my choice. Go back in time and take my family to that game so they would understand what a special experience it was.

    • Tony Bytheway says:

      Agreed – for anyone in the Pacific NW this was the game we all remember and a fitting end to an absolutely incredible series. To be sure there have been bigger games for Baseball since, and it is true this didn’t occur in the World Series (or even the ALCS) but up to this point Mariners fans has limited hope after 18 straight playoff-absent seasons. After this game it became possible to imagine that the Mariners could actually win in the playoffs. Hard to put into words the weight of this game – it is the most enthusiastic Seattle has ever been for the Mariners and ushered them onto the national stage. Little did we know that they still have not reached the World Series 23 years later, but at that place and time, it finally seemed possible for the first time.

  46. John Dawson says:

    I’m with the nostalgia gang. Oh, what I would give for just one more game at Municipal Stadium seated next to my grandfather as he explained why he didn’t like Vic Power’s defense, or saying “Maybe today somebody will hit one into Brooklyn Avenue.” I remember my first impression of that stadium – I thought it was the most marvelous sight I had ever seen.

  47. SEAN says:

    Game Five 1972 NLCS. Johnny Bench homers to tie the game against the Pirates 3-3. The Reds later win the game on a wild pitch by Bob Moose to Hal McRae, scoring pinch runner George Foster.
    That game helped make me as a five year old a Reds fan for the last 46 years and counting.

  48. Michael Watson says:

    I am as dyed-in-the-wool Montreal Expo fan as you can have. Followed them from 1972 to their demise. Celebrated each HOF induction. That said, I would want to be there on Blue Monday and feel the absolute joy and pain of that game in person…what was likely the peak of the entire franchise’s existence. (Michael Watson, Vancouver, Canada)

  49. Dave Long says:

    There are countless players I’d love to have seen and innumerable big plays. The game that jumps out at me that I wish I could go back to though is the July 2 and 3 double-header between the Phillies and Padres. This was the rain-soaked absurdity that had game 1 end around 1am on the July 3 and then game 2 start at 1:30am and end at 4:35am. I was there for a portion of game 1 with close college friends. It was just one of those aimless summer nights where all that matters are the people you’re with. We bailed after waiting through one rain delay assuming the fine folks at Veterans Stadium would see sense and cancel. Instead they played easily the most ridiculous set of games ever and rules ended up being passed making sure nothing like it could ever happen again. Being there at that time with those friends would have made it an all-time memory. And it taught me you never leave a ballgame early. No matter the weather. Dave Long

  50. Kyle Pellét says:

    Game 7 of the 1946 World Series, if I could take my dad long too.
    He wasn’t born until 1957 and only lived in St. Louis until he was three, but my dad loved Stan Musial growing up. In 2013, after Musial died, the Cardinals came to Anaheim for a series. We were at the first game when they honored Musial and my dad told me a story of running into him at the old Busch Stadium some time in the 70s when he was visiting family. It’s one of the few times I’ve seen my dad be nostalgic and it’d be cool to see his childhood hero win a game seven.

  51. Carl Scotten says:

    From a historical perspective I would love to see if Babe Ruth actually called his home run shot against the Cubs in the World Series and a game with Ty Cobb against Shoeless Joe Jackson just to see their talent.
    From a fan standpoint I would love to go back and see my first Royals game in 1973 against the A’s with my parents. I would also love to be in Yankee Stadium to see Reggie Jackson hit 3 home runs on 3 pitches in 1977 and also be in Royals stadium for game 6 of the 1985 World Series.

  52. Cassius Kim says:

    As a diehard SF Giants fan, who is lucky to have lived through this recent run of success (and attended many of those World Series games), the first game that popped into my head was actually the Seattle Mariners against the Cleveland Indians on August 5th, 2001.

    It was the summer before my senior year of college and I must have been lounging around, paying half attention. I believe this was an ESPN-televised game (or at least they tuned in at the end, when things went crazy), but I don’t think I’ve ever witnessed any baseball game with more pyrotechnics, tension or momentum swings — or Omar Vizquel grins.

    The Mariners pounded Dave Burba and Mike Bacsik early, taking a 14-2 lead after 5 innings. The Indians scored 3, 4, and 5 runs in the 7th, 8th and 9th innings to tie the game, and ultimately won it in the 11th.

    The greatest comeback I’ve ever seen in baseball.

    • Andy says:

      Sea @ Cle on Aug. 5, 2001 was the game that came to my mind as well. I happened to be watching it live on ESPN. Even though the game was a blowout by the 7th inning, I continued to watch. Why? Because I was living in New Mexico and back then, a fan living away from his favorite team only got to watch said team when it was broadcast nationwide. So ESPN Sunday Night Baseball that week was featuring my Cleveland Indians. I was jumping up and down in my home during those last few innings. I can only imagine how I would react if I was there in person.

  53. Josh says:

    The first game I ever attended was a blowout loss, so unlike a lot of the posts above, I don’t have any wish to see it again. And I also don’t wish to attend any game that I already know the outcome. Sure, it would have been great to see Dave Roberts safe at second, or the best day of of Dave Henderson’s career (and my happiest moment ever as a fan), or Bernie Carbo tying it up in person. But those moments were great because of the suspense. I’d love to see Josh Gibson or Satchell Paige at the heights of their powers, or have a chance to beg Tony Congiliaro and Ray Chapman not to crowd the plate. For different reasons, I’d love to travel back in time to boo Cap Anson and Roger Clemens. But no, if you’re granting wishes, the real answer for me is that I’d like to sit in the box seats at a random game, probably in 1968, with my late grandparents and my dad after he got home from Vietnam. Don’t let me know the outcome.

  54. Alfonzo says:

    Historically, it would be one of Jackie Robinson’s first games…even despite the movie, I have never gotten a good sense of what it would be like to be a random fan in the stands, watching the courage from one man and the hate from everybody else…

    Personally? Game 6, 1986. Duh.

  55. Ryan says:

    I remember a Tigers v. Royals game on April 24, 2013, at Comerica Park. In the annals of baseball history it’ll go down as an inconsequential early season contest in a half-full stadium but it was the first game for Jose Valverde after his 2012 postseason meltdown. Detroit had basically run him out of town after his mishaps in the playoffs but the Tigers needed a “proven” arm after the closer-by-committee plan failed.
    The Tigers were up by 2 in the 9th when we watched him jog in with his trademark antics and I remember a hush came over the stadium. It was silent during his warmup tosses; you could feel the tension building – we had no idea what to expect. The lead-up to every pitch was silent anticipation, followed by a collective (and audible) sigh of relief after every pitch that didn’t yield a homerun. It was, and still is, the quietest I’ve heard a ballgame, and the closest I’ve felt to my fellow spectators; we were all scarred from the previous postseason and had no idea what to expect. Fortunately, he saved the game, but was off the team by June. Alas.

  56. Michelle says:

    As a lifelong Giants fan there are a lot of games I’d love to go back and see, especially of recent vintage, but for this I’ll take June 13, 2012. Giants vs. the then woeful Astros, the second game of a three game series. Due purchasing a couple of different ticket packages and organizing my company’s annual trip to a Giants game, I found myself with tickets to all three games of the series. Since it would have entailed leaving work early two days in a row and then being out of the office on the third day and the ticket only cost me $20 for a upper deck seat, I decided to skip the game just go home after work and watch it on TV. How the heck was I supposed to know that Matt Cain would throw the first perfect game in Giants history that night?! I still have my unused ticket.

    • Michelle says:

      A runner up to this would to be able to go back to 1933 and go to San Francisco Seals games with my grandfather to watch Joe DiMaggio go on his 61 game hitting streak. It was his love of baseball that’s been passed through to his children and grandchildren and who I most missed when the Giants finally won in 2010.

    • Cuban X Senators says:

      I was at the Cain game. I bought the ticket expressly as a lottery ticket on a no-no. Of course I bought several such tickets in those Lincecum-Cain years with that idea in mind. And I missed a couple of historic Barry homers by a day.

      Before the Cain game my low-hit game was a combined 1-hitter by Jim Gott & Roy Lee Jackson. About 8 years later, reading the Baltimore Sun retrospective on the occasion of Cal’s 1000 consecutive game, I found out that was the 1st game of Cal’s streak.

    • Sadge says:

      A good friend of mine was at that game. He’s a Cubs fan but also a huge baseball fan. He texted me during the game to say he was there while I sat and listened to it on KNBR.

  57. Daniel Camp says:

    My choice is strange. I’m a Rangers fan, so the 2011 World Series was a traumatic one for me (in the Jeterate sense of “traumatic”). I can still vividly remember everything about the last three innings of Game 6. I have no desire to relive that experience.

    But on the night of Game 7, I had a work commitment that I absolutely could not get out of. So on the biggest night in the history of my favorite team, I had to settle for text message updates from my dad about scoring plays, big moments, how the Rangers were looking, etc. In a way, there was something poetic about my dad playing messenger, since he taught me the game and is still my favorite person to talk baseball with. But still…text messages.

    So if I could go back and watch any game, I’d want to watch that Game 7 with my dad, so we could take in the sadness together and console each other, live and in person. Even if the Rangers still lost, getting to watch it with Dad would take some of the sting away.

  58. Patti Cawthon says:

    I WOULD like to go back to the 2014 Royals wildcard comeback to life game. I had given them up for dead,and everyone around me chatted on and on about what a great game it was. The amazing joy–That is what makes a great game, one that I am wistful to have missed watching live. It’s the live part of this that is memorable, as i could watch the game on MLB any time I want. Sports is so great for having to open your heart each game to the possibility of supporting a losing team.

  59. Louis Ramirez says:

    In my tweet I stated I would like to see Ruth’s called shot,but thinking about it I now, my earliest baseball recollection is going to the Polo Grounds to see the Mets with my friends and seeing the stadium that Bobby Thomson hit the “shot heard round the world” I was in awe of the ballpark and it’s history.I would love to relive that moment;that day!

  60. Jonathan says:

    I would go back and attend Game 1 of the 1995 ALDS in Cleveland, the first Indians playoff game in 41 years, which ended with Tony Pena’s walkoff homer. I was a 16 year old kid who hung on every game that summer (along with the rest of the city of Cleveland), listening to many on the radio (voiced by a young Tom Hamilton and an old Herb Score). When the Indians eventually lost the world series to the braves slash umpires, I shut myself in my room and cried and went to bed early (I was in the central time zone at the time). I think my favorite moment in that incredible year and playoff run, as an Indians fan watching on TV, was the victory against Randy Johnson and the Mariners in Game 6, especially when Kenny Lofton scored from 2nd on that wild pitch. But that game wasn’t at home; worse, it was in the Kingdome, the worst place to see a game I’ve ever been. So I choose the Tony Pena game.

  61. Johnny P says:

    July 28, 2001. Astros @ Pirates. Perhaps the most underrated comeback ever.

  62. Jeff says:

    I know this is cheating, but I would love to go back and watch my Dad play as a kid. He didn’t cross 5 feet until he shot up a foot in college, so he never played competitively. But he loved playing ball as a kid, in his memory he was a Dee Gordon type, and there’s something about seeing my Dad as this scrappy middle infielder darting around the basepaths that just puts a smile on my face.

  63. Jim Haas says:

    Game 163, 2009: Tigers at Twins. Carlos Gomez scores the winning run in the bottom of the 12th inning. This was, I think, the only game our entire family (mom, dad, three kids) enjoyed together. Plus it was farewell to the Dome. Unforgettable.

  64. Tom says:

    1985 WS Game 6. I was 8 years old and when the Royals won that game, it was the most joyful moment of my baseball fandom. I didn’t realize the impact of that game for many years later and my college friends from St. Louis still make a point to say that Orta was out. (Yes, I know it) But, baseball is baseball and weird things happen and the Royals won. #2 would be the 2014 AL Wild Card game, I had the same amount of baseball joy when we won that game. I WAS 8 years old again. 29 years of crap baseball down flew out the window that night.

  65. Cuban X Senators says:

    When I saw this on Twitter I thought of a few things – Game 7 of the ’24 Series; Opening Day 1954 at Memorial Stadium; Opening Day 1958 Seals Stadium — peak moments in the cities where I’ve most experienced baseball.

    Then I thought, “just plunk me down” for any game at Griffith Stadium for the ’43 Greys, at Seals Stadium in ’33-’35 or more esoterically at Sicks during the ’51 season. Teams out of the national spotlight on great runs with great players.

    The last idea is akin to others . . . my maternal grandmother was a great baseball fan who went to single-A games across 70+ years in her hometown. My grandfather, however, only went to games during one season — when (and because) Luis Tiant was pitching. I’d love to go watch Luis in my mom’s hometown with her parents.

  66. No one wil ever forget Joe jumin\ says:

    In 2013 when my wife and I were in the Rogers Stadium and Joe Carter nailed his desperation home run to win it all for the second straight year. Being there was like no feeling I’ve ever had – disbelief, excitement, camaraderie – many new friends around us we had never met before or since. I kind of choked up over all of my national flags being waved too. Not to mention, of course, that the street party lasted past 4 am. We chickened out at 2. What an unbelievable rush. Anyone who has attended any home game where the team won it all will know the feeling. It’s too bad I’ll probably never experience again.

    • moviegoer74 says:

      Uh, I think you mean 1993, guy. Also, it was a dramatic home run but desperation? Blue Jays were up in the Series 3-2. If they’d lost it just meant having to play Game 7.

  67. Jeff Smith says:

    “Deep right field. Way back… Cotto going back to the wall… It’s gone! Home run Garvey! And there will be tomorrow!”
    For 12 years, Don Drysdale’s voice repeated that perfect call on my treasured VHS copy of Game 4 of the 1984 NLCS. Steve Garvey’s walk-off home run off Lee Smith did so much more than send the Padres-Cubs to a deciding Game 5. It helped ignite a love affair between the team and its fans, including my nearly-four-year-old self.
    The Padres, who went on to beat the Cubs the next day to clinch their first World Series berth, wouldn’t make the playoffs for the next 12 years. As the playoff-less seasons passed and as I moved from sunny San Diego to rainy Oregon, my VHS recording of Game 4 essentially served as my much-needed Vitamin D. Each time I pressed play, it reminded me of – to steal James Earl Jones’ line – “all that once was good and that could be again.”
    It’s a moment easy for many to forget because, after all, it’s about the Padres. As San Diego baseball fans, we’re used to being the punchline for jokes or simply ignored altogether. But the bottom of the ninth of Game 4 delivered a moment as good as it gets.
    Alan Wiggins leads off with a strikeout after his bunt attempt rolls foul for the third strike. A youthful Tony Gwynn follows with a line-drive single to center field. Then, right before the fateful final pitch, the ABC broadcast displays a stat below Garvey’s name: “Hitless in 8 career at-bats vs. Smith.”
    What follows became a scene I repeated on my front lawn countless time as a child and do so again now with my two sons. Garvey swinging his mighty, controlled right-handed swing. The ball soaring to right-center field. Cubs outfielder Henry Cotto valiantly climbing the wall. And then, after Drysdale says, “There will be tomorrow!” the camera cuts to Garvey with his right arm raised and his right hand in a fist as he rounds second base.
    Drysdale, along with color commentators Earl Weaver and Reggie Jackson, remain silent for the next 73 seconds. This allows viewers to absorb the details. Lee Smith dejectedly walking off the field. Garvey being mobbed at home plate and immediately hoisted in the air by his teammates. Gwynn giving Garvey a giddy embrace. Audio of pitcher Dave Dravecky saying, “Let’s go get them now! Woo!”
    And, of course, we heard the sounds of the delirious and deafening sold-out crowd. Long after the players left the field, and as the ABC crew attempted to get through their final promotions and sign-offs, the cheering fans with their “Cub-Busters” signs remain audible.
    There would be a thrilling Game 5 played the next afternoon, but that victory seemed inevitable after Garvey etched his name in Padres history. What an honor it would be to somehow join the 58,354 inside Jack Murphy Stadium on Oct. 6, 1984 for Game 4.
    YouTube video of the Bottom of the 9th: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jtbSq5G2d8w

    • EnzoHernandez11 says:

      Another Padres fan here. Definitely the greatest game in SD baseball history, though the decisive Game 5 the next day was pretty cool, too.

    • EnzoHernandez11 says:

      Also, I have to add that the Padres’ winning Game 5 didn’t feel too inevitable when the Cubs were up 3-0 with Sutcliffe on the mound. 🙂

      • moviegoer74 says:

        Exactly. Such outcomes only seem inevitable in retrospect. Just like it now seems inevitable that the Mets would win Game 7 in 1986 but it sure didn’t seem inevitable when they were down 3-0 in the bottom of the 6th Game 7 with Bruce Hurst on the mound (who’d already beaten them twice. Especially since Hurst was not supposed to be available to pitch Game 7, having pitched Game 5, but a rain out pushed Game 7 back a day, allowing him to pitch.

  68. Andrew Lachow says:

    Strangely, I would like to go to a game that I actually attended but one in which I missed the best moment. May 14, 1972. Shea Stadium. Mets-Giants. I’m 10 1/2 years old. It is Willie Mays’ first game as a Met, having been acquired only three days earlier. He is playing against his former team. The Mets score four runs against Giants starter “Sudden” Sam McDowell on a Mays single, walks to Bud Harrelson and Tommie Agee, and then a grand slam by Rusty Staub, himself only acquired a month before from the Expos for Ken Singleton, Tim Foli and Mike Jorgensen. The Giants come back to tie the game against Ray Sadecki. In the bottom of the fifth, Mays leads off with a home run over the left field wall, a game winning shot. I missed it — I was on line getting pizza.

  69. Robert says:

    My wife and I were in Rogers Stadium when Joe Carter hit his desperation home run to win it all for the Blue Jays for second season in a row. It’s a riot of emotion – disbelief, elation, camaraderie with those around you. Pride at all the national flags being waved around. No one here will ever forget him pogo-ing around the bases. We were scared to death he was going to miss one of them. Nothing I have ever felt before or, likely, will again. The party on Yonge Steet, our main street, lasted past 4 am. We chickened out at 2. The high lasted for days – I skipped work for the parade. Turned out all right – the boss did too. Favourite memory from the parade: Jack Morris scooped a cops motorcycle and rode into the stadium. He could have been elected King.

  70. Todd says:

    9/17/16 – the Mets against the Twins on a Sunday afternoon. I live in outside Philadelphia (where I have a great job) and my 11 year old son (at the time) in Sussex County New Jersey that I have partial custody of from a previous marriage. In support of partial custody, I have another small house near his mom for the purpose of raising my son and being a part of his life. I make the trek between states every week and have my son 3 or 4 days a week, rotating with his Mom. It’s hectic but we make it work. That said, I’m a Red Sox fan by nature having been brought up in Massachusetts, and I love baseball. My son was mildly interested in baseball so I planned to bring him to his first big league game for his birthday.

    We are headed to City Field and I’m driving over the George Washington Bridge and I realize that somehow I have forgotten my phone back at my NJ home. No first ballgame pictures for me or his mom to share. No picture of my son Shea (named for Hillenbrand, but he only gets the Mets reference where he lives) standing at Shea Bridge. No pictures from 20 rows behind the Mets dougout. No picture of Granderson rounding the bases. No picture of the 50 year old ignoramus that plowed over some 10 year old kid into the 5th row trying to catch an infield practice ball thrown into the stands….none of it. Let me go back to pass judgment on the ignoramus third, for the pictures second, but to spend more quality time with my son first.

  71. Cynthia Kartman says:

    My husband, my brother and I were in the right field Pavilion for Game 1 of the 1988 World Series. We were about 6 rows away from where Kirk Gibson’s home run landed. I was 3 months pregnant.
    Here’s the coda to this story. Last fall I thought it would be a really cool early Hanukkah present to get tickets to Game 1 of the World Series for our son, who had recently moved to LA. It was a cool idea, that is, until I went on StubHub and the cheapest ticket was $900. We tried again for Game 7. Unsurprisingly the cheapest ticket was now $1500. I love nostalgia as much as the next person but…
    Anyway, we got him tickets for his birthday on March 29, and he’ll get a 30th anniversary Kirk Gibson bobble head.

  72. Budkudzu says:

    Any game with my dad. I miss him.

  73. Dale Urban says:

    A game in 1995 at Jacobs Field that Albert Belle won with a walkoff HR in extra innings. That was the last game I attended with my dad. Would just love to talk about the game with him, one more time.

  74. Tom Collins says:

    I’d like to see my dad again, at that moment.

    It was Little League Day at Crosley Field in Cincinnati and the Reds were facing the Cards. Stan Musial was killing us – it seemed like Musial had 10 hits and 100 RBI that day. The Red couldn’t get him out. Late in the game, he came up to bat.

    My grade school-aged Little League buddies and I, being Reds fans, booed Stan Musial.

    My dad was a mild-mannered guy, slow to anger, and he never yelled. He turned to us, turning about six shades of red, and said in a low voice, almost a whisper, “You don’t boo the great ones. Ever. Whatever Stan Musial does today, you take off your hat, clap, go home knowing you got to see one of the best baseball players ever.”

    It was a life lesson. And a story I have told a hundred times.

    I’d like to go to THAT game again with my Dad. He might have a different recollection of the day with his son and his booing buddies. But that was a fine day for my dad and an important day for me. (((Typing this makes me cry.)))

  75. Sam Brady says:

    Smoltz vs. Morris, 1991 World Series Game 7. My team lost, but it was one of the most riveting events I have ever watched and I would love to have experienced it live. If my fruend Been could be there with me so we could agonize Iver every pitch like we did on the sofa at home that would be even better.

  76. Tyler Whitworth says:

    As a live long Mariner fan (I know, it is sad), I’d go to October 8, 1995. Mariners vs. Yankees. Game 5 of the ALDS. As it was, I was in college, 2000 miles away, watching the game on a small TV. The Mariners were down 4-2 going into the 8th. In the 8th, Griffey hit a home run to bring the M’s within one, and they tied it up on a Doug Strange bases loaded walk. When Randy came in during the 9th to pitch, the Kingdome was rocking like it never had before. In the 10th, Randy struck out the side. It felt like it was inevitable that the M’s would win. But in the 11th, the Yankees scored off Randy. I remember calling my dad, and he said, “Well, they had a good run.” In the bottom of the 11th, Cora singled and Griffey singled. Edgar Martinez came up, and on the second pitched, ripped a double down the line. Dave Niehaus’s call still gives me the shivers when I hear it:

    “Right now, the Mariners looking for the tie. They would take a fly ball; they would love a base hit into the gap and they could win it with Junior’s speed. The stretch and the 0–1 pitch on the way to Edgar Martínez; swung on and lined down the left field line for a base hit! Here comes Joey! Here is Junior to third base, they’re going to wave him in! The throw to the plate will be…LATE! The Mariners are going to play for the American League Championship! I don’t believe it! It just continues! My oh My! Edgar Martínez with a double ripped down the left field line and they are going crazy at the Kingdome!”

  77. Ted Johnson says:

    It would be cool to see Mets at Braves July 4, 1985 game and get to see the fireworks at 3:30 am on the 5th. All the back and forth, Mex’s cycle. Camp’s Homer…

  78. Mark says:

    In 1987 I was a 14-year old who had been a rabid fan since my Milwaukee Brewers has gone to the World Seeies in 1982. The Brewers started 13-0 that year, won 91 games, and Paul Molitor had a 39-game hitting streak. Almost all of the games I’d go back to see were from that year- Juan Nieves’s no-hitter; the walkoff win on Easter Sunday; the last game of Molitor’s hitting streak; or even the game where the steak was broken, when Rick Manning had a pinch hit to win the game for the Brewers in the 10th inning, while Molitor was on deck….. I think of all those games, I’d pick the Nieves no-hitter, as I’ve never seen one live and it’s the only one the Brewers have ever had.

  79. Laffey says:

    I was at the “Sandberg Game”, 6/23/84. Left St. Louis at 5 am. At that time, if you got in line early enough, you could get bleacher tickets at Wrigley day of game. Beautiful day, great time giving and getting flak from the bleacher bums. Was a heartbreaking loss, but what a game. Often forgotten is that Willie McGee hit for the cycle that day.

  80. John Bowen says:

    July 1, 1990 – Comiskey Park. I’d driven up from St. Louis with some friends to catch a weekend series between the White Sox and the Yankees. This was the last year for old Comiskey, and we wanted to see it before they tore it down. The Saturday game was nothing special – a Yankees win. As I walked into the ballpark on Sunday, I decided on the spur of the moment to buy a scorecard as a memento. I thought I’d keep score for just 3 innings – one trip through the lineup for each team – but as the game progressed I couldn’t stop. After five innings, one pitcher had a no-hitter and the other had a perfect game. So the afternoon wore on, and the Yankees eventually broke up Greg Hibbard’s perfecto in the sixth with a pair of hits. But they didn’t score. They didn’t score in the 7th, either. Or the 8th. And as the game cruised into the bottom of the 8th, the score was 0-0 and out there on the mound stood the Yankees’ Andy Hawkins, his no-hitter intact. And then … the bottom of the 8th. Popout. Popout. E5. Walk. Walk. E7. E9. And when Dan Pasqua mercifully popped out to end the inning, the Comiskey crowd erupted like they’d just won the pennant. Four runs, no hits, and after a quick top of the 9th, a White Sox win and a no-hit loss for poor, poor Andy Hawkins. It’s the damndest ballgame I ever saw, and I’ve never gone to a ballgame since then without keeping score.

  81. casey bell says:

    July 2nd, 1963, Candlestick Park. Warren Spahn battled
    Juan Marichal for 15 scoreless innings before Willie
    Mays hit a walkoff homer in the 16th. Two future HOF
    pitchers in an epic battle.

    That would of been something to see!

  82. Richard Aronson says:

    I was three and a half when my dad took me to see Roy Campanella night at the LA Colisseum, early in 1959. All I remember was the big bowl of people holding matches and lighters when they turned the lights out. I’d like to see that again as an adult with the capacity to remember it.

  83. Steve says:

    While this wasn’t the first game that came to mind, if we’re talking about game’s that have some personal importance then I’d go back to Fenway Park on May 10, 2005. My brother was 15 and I was 18 and it was our first time alone at Fenway Park. We had seats in the shadow of the Green Monster and Kevin Millar hit a walk off home run in the bottom of the 9th off of Octavio Dotel. I got Barry Zito’s autograph before the game began. The only problem is I passed out right afterwards. I was born with a heart condition and passed out because my heart rate got kinda wonky. Anyway, we ended up watching Millar’s home run from a hospital room, instead of the ballpark, while we waited for our parents to arrive. Fenway Park’s medical staff is top notch but I’d rather go back and relive that day without the cardiac event.

  84. Robert Ingraham says:

    I would choose May 25, 1935. Babe Ruth (playing for the Boston Braves) hits the final three home runs of his career, the last shot going completely out of Forbes Field in Pittsburgh. Overall, the Babe was in bad shape, but what a sight that would have been…

  85. Hoffman Mark A. says:

    The indelible wonders of the game…

    As a young boy I grew up an avid Phillies fan. But we lived closer to Baltimore and my father had traded his youthful allegiance from the Yankees to the Orioles. So I had the good fortune of being present in the upper deck of Memorial Stadium in 1968 when Mickey Mantle played against the Orioles in one of his last games against the Orioles.

    Each year my parents would treat me to a Phillies game for my birthday. The one I will never forget was when I was 11 years old, in 1970, the last year of Connie Mack stadium. It was bat day. Real wooden bats! Every kid in the stadium! At the seventh-inning stretch, when the PA announcer asked all the kids to raise their bats, it looked like a forest! Then, somewhere in the later innings, the Phillies mounted a rally. While the adults clapped rhythmically, we kids pounded our bats on the wooden floors of the stadium. The whole stadium shook and you never heard such a ruckus!

    And then back to Memorial Stadium where, in the early 70s, we got to a game early enough for batting practice. I went down to the dugouts and whose autograph did I get, but the great Toni Oliva’s! What a kind person!

  86. Brent says:

    For me it would be a game I didn’t see, but I listened to on the radio as a ten year old, June 15, 1979 Royals v. Brewers. https://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/MIL/MIL197906150.shtml

    Brewers had built an 11-6 lead going into the 9th and the Royals scored 8 runs in the top of the 9th at old County Stadium to win it. Because McRae was hurt and I guess Whitey figured the game was out of hand, so let’s rest my best players, Brett and Porter and Patek had been pulled, that 8 run rally was the work of all the bit players that Royals fans from the late 70s will love and remember, but no one else will. Jamie Quirk, John Wathan, Jerry Terrell, Steve Braun, Pete LaCock. The winning pitcher was Steve Mingori and Marty Pattin pitched the bottom of the 9th and got a save. The game featured Willie Wilson’s only 2 HR game of his career, including his first out of the park HR and the game winner, an inside the park 3 run HR with 2 outs in the top of the 9th. My mom had sent me to bed since the game was out of hand and I had to listen to the (what i thought would be) bitter end surreptitiously on my transistor radio. Instead, I got to hear one of the greatest comebacks in team history.

  87. larry shea says:

    I was 6 years old when my Dad took me and my older brother to our first Yankee game. July 3, 1977, a doubleheader vs. the Detroit Tigers. It was a church trip, they chartered a bus from Upstate NY to make the 3 hour trip. All these years later I remember EVERYTHING. Seeing the NYC skyline the first time. Driving through Harlem. (Quite different in 1977 than today.) I remember the awe when we entered and saw the field. My Uncle bought me and my brother each a copy of the 1977 Yankee magazine. Remember them? I must’ve thumbed through it’s glossy pages 1000 times at least.

    I saw my hero Thurman Munson warming up Ron Guidry just a few feet away! But did I see Louisiana Lighting toss his shutout? No I did not. You see on the bus they had two garbage cans, one filled with beer for the adults, one filled with so many different flavors of soda for the kids. We were a non-soda household growing up, but on this occasion I was able to go for it. Boy did I. Orange soda, then root beer. Grape! I had three. At the stadium I had my first Yankee Frank hot dog.

    Then it started. I threw up. And again. I didn’t stop. I was so sick. Chills, fever. So while my brother and my Uncle, and 30 people from the neighborhood watched Gator throw his shutout, my saint of a father sat with me on the bus as I slept under a blanket. (Turns out it was his first game at the stadium since 1961. Sorry Pops.) Not once did he say anything other than, “It’s all right son.” We ended up leaving after the first game all thanks to me.

    So what game do I want to see again? The one I never saw, July 3, 1977. Only this time I’ll stop at one orange soda. Well, maybe a grape too.

  88. Subrata Sircar says:

    I’d go see that Larsen perfect game for a wish list, as I’d also get to see Mickey Mantle in his prime.

    Games I’ve seen in person that I’d love to go to again:
    5. Jack Morris no-hitting the White Sox
    4. One of the 1977 games in Tiger Stadium starring their rookie double play combination of Trammell and Whitaker.
    3. Zack Grienke’s debut in 2004 against the Oakland A’s. Yes, it was fun to watch as he switched speeds from 67 to 96 and generally made hitters look silly, but my wife and I went the day after we got engaged :<)

    My top two are college football games, though. I was at the 1993 Rose Bowl where Tyrone Wheatley ripped off long run after long run to pull the game out in the 4th quarter, and number one would be the Anthony Carter game against Indiana with my dad:

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7M3jVy_kJR4

    Never leave a game early. Ever!

  89. KHAZAD says:

    I have been lucky enough to see alot of great games. I saw my team win a championship. I saw the wild card game mentioned several times in this space. I have seen a guy go 6-6 at the plate, a no hitter,(which was not the best pitching performance – the best one was lost 1-0 on the only hit – a 335 foot home run fair by about two inches). I saw George Brett go over .400 late in 1980, and I saw his last game. The list could go on,many comebacks and amazing performances. I have been very fortunate.

    It is the first game I would go back to though. I have very clear memories of the later games. The first one I mostly remember the awe I felt seeing the (then) brand new stadium, the ending, the process of falling in love with the game, and the lesson I learned. That game (https://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/KCA/KCA197306230.shtml)The Royals scored 2 in the 6th and 8th to go up by a run, then gave up four in the top of the ninth. My Uncle’s friend wanted to leave, and indeed the stadium emptied out quickly. But the Royals had 7 straight guys reach base (1 double, 4 singles, 2 walks) against 4 different pitchers and won without even making an out. My Uncle turned to me and said “That’s why you never leave early!”.

    I would like to fell those feelings again. You never forget your first, and sometimes, you never quite recapture that purity of feeling again either.

  90. Game 6, 1986, Mets-Red Sox. And I’d like to have it come out differently this time, thank you.

  91. Debra Apple says:

    Hi Joe!
    I would have loved to see the regular season contest between the Senators and the Tigers from May 14, 1920.

  92. dtslcd says:

    I would say a game, and a day. For the game it would have to be Game 7 of the Indians – Cubs 2016 series, I never saw a more dramatic finish. But for the greatest baseball day, take me back to September 28, 2011 with my recliner and a remote, because that was the most mind-blowing couple of baseball hours of all time

  93. Bill Pearch says:

    As a Chicago Cubs fan, I was fortunate to witness my favorite franchise winning a World Series title. Yes, it actually happened. Those are memories I was will always cherish. But, I’ve wanted to travel back in time to see Gabby Hartnett’s infamous Homer in the Gloamin’ at Wrigley Field on September 28, 1938. How dark was the ballpark? – Bill Pearch

    http://www.humzoo.com/billpearch/blog/1280/

  94. Kirk says:

    1992 NLCS Game 7, the “Sid Slid” game. Remember sitting on the edge of my seat at home when Francisco Cabrera came to the plate, expecting the worst but hoping for the best. What an awesome moment to experience in person.

  95. dlf says:

    Joe ~ Thanks for a marvelous idea.

    To all you BRs out there ~ Thanks for sharing. Some of the stories of games with parents and grandparents and children have made the room go all misty.

  96. GothamWiseFool says:

    The Red Sox fan in me would want to see Game 4 against the Cardinals in 2004, or perhaps Game 5 againt the Yankees in the same year. The history nerd in me would want to see one of the great games of the distant past not captured on film, like the Senators winning the World Series in 1924. Getting to see one of the great lost ballparks would be a bonus. Having played a few games on the field of what used to be Tiger Stadium, I’d especially like to see one of the great games that park hosted in its day, such as Game 5 of the 1968 World Series. Both the Red Sox fan and the history nerd would want to see Babe Ruth’s 13 shutout innings against the Brooklyn Robins in 1916. The technical nerd in me would want to study the masters at their best, such as Warren Spahn’s duel with Juan Marichal in 1963. Considering all these factors, if I had to pick a specific game I’d probably go for the 1941 All-Star Game in Detroit, when Ted Williams hit his walk-off home run. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=khmwU36UwpY) But all these games would have one flaw in common – one would know in advance what was going to happen. For a truly authentic experience, one would want to choose one of baseball’s forgotten games. Don’t pick a specific game. Pick the player(s) you’d want to see, in the park you’d want to see them, and tell the time machine to pick a game at random within those constraints. For me, it would probably be any Red Sox game with Ted Williams at his best, supported by Doerr, Pesky et al.

  97. Eddie White says:

    The 1972 All-Star Game in Atlanta. My family traveled there from North Carolina, because 11 year old me wanted to go so badly. We had a couple of days vacation time, then the day before the game, my grandfather’s brother passed away and we had to hurry home. I don’t remember now if I even got to watch the game on TV, and it was another 27 years before I attended my first major league game in person.

  98. Kendell Kroeker says:

    Maybe I’m different, but I would have no desire to go back and see my first major league game, the memories of it that I have are always with me and they wonderful. I can’t imagine how watching that game again would do anything except possibly take away some of the magic since our childhood memories are often more full of wonder and magic than they are of actual facts. No, my only interest in going back to the first game I saw would be if I could be invisible and just watch myself and see the wonder, awe, excitement, and joy in my little eyes. I would love to see that, but the game itself would be just another game.

    I would have much more interest in seeing things I can only imagine. I don’t think any of us can really know what baseball was like before 1900. Same with the deadball era. I would love to see baseball before any videos existed. I would love to see the 1869 Red Stockings during their winning streak. I would love to see Ty Cobb and the ferocity he played with and see how different (or similar) the game was then to what is played now. I would love to see the old negro leagues and be able to see some of the players we’ve only heard about, and mostly through legend instead of accurate stats.

    I would love to see some of the famous moments of the past – the World Series game where the Babe supposedly called his shot is the most obvious example, Bobby Thompson’s homer to beat Brooklyn, Willie Mays’s catch, Jackie Robinson stealing home in the World Series, Sandy Koufax’s perfect game, I don’t know how you could pick just one. Maybe the first all star game would be a good choice so you could see so many of the early greats in one place.

    I do know that if I had this opportunity, I wouldn’t go to a game that was in my lifetime. I also don’t think I would choose something famous – after all, the thing that makes baseball a joy is the simplicity of it. I would want to see an exciting game, but I think it would be a regular season game that wasn’t necessarily historic. I would want to experience baseball like a normal fan would. I might choose a game from the 1800s to see early baseball, I might choose a regular season game where I could see something like Walter Johnson face Ty Cobb or a Negro League game where I could see Satchel Paige face Josh Gibson. But I think if I could only choose one game, I would want to see Jackie Robinson during his rookie year. I would find a regular season game that was close and he made a difference in the game. I am in awe of his courage and I would want to see it first hand, but I also think I would learn a lot by seeing the attitudes in the crowd and see if I could better understand things like racism and hatred, but also get to see people starting to overcome those things as well.

  99. Todd A. says:

    I’d go back to my first game. It took place in the early 1990’s. I grew up in Canton, my grandfather and I traveled up to Cleveland Municipal Stadium to see the Indians and Twins (why did it feel like the Indians were always playing the Twins in the early nineties?).

    Everything seems bigger when your little, but especially that old empty stadium. I know it was in the middle of the summer, but I distinctly remember it being both cold and sweltering hot during the nine inning game.
    I learned to keep score, mustered up the courage to use the urinal trough, ate one too many lukewarm hot dogs slathered in Bertman’s. Nothing spectacular happened; Kirby Puckett hit a homerun, the Tribe lost. Like most people’s first games as a kid, it was magical. I have been fortunate to attend many games since, and each time I still think about that first game.

  100. Gregg Pasternack says:

    Best game of my life was July 24, 2004, Yankees at Red Sox. I had flown from LA (where I lived at the time) to Boston to spend a couple days with my uncle, see our beloved Sox, and go to my first game at Fenway since I was a kid. I was supposed to play golf that morning but the rains made that impossible, and it looked like the game would be cancelled too, which was beyond a bummer since I had come so far. But the players demanded they play the game, and after Varitek stuffed his mitt in A-Rod’s face (bonding moment of the year), Bill Mueller hit a walk-off himer off the great Mariano Rivera and it was the greatest moment of shared joy I have ever experienced. EVERYONE floated out of Fenway saying “THIS IS THE YEAR.” We went home and watched the highlights 20 times. And of course we know how that season ended. I would love to see Teddy Ballgame’s shot that hit the red seat at Fenway, but if I had to choose one, I’d re-live that day. Still have the ticket stub. 🙂

  101. Chuck says:

    That one game in Little League that I got a hit. Miracle.

  102. Jay Bracken says:

    Kerry Wood’s 20K game.
    I just want to be there to feel the crowd buzz as they start to understand what’s going on, an unexpected miracle. You expect WS games to be intense and powerful, and I don’t think there are any wrong answers there. But especially for those Cubs teams, who hadn’t had a “superstar” in a while, to see that glimpse of greatness and feel that excitement and hope for the future…
    I watched the last few innings on TV (had classes until 2:30!) and could almost feel it through the TV screen.

  103. Dan Rauer says:

    I would like to see the game on June 8, 1989 when the Phillies beat the Pirates 15-11, coming back from a 10-0 deficit. Back then, not all games were on television, but I remember listening it to it on the radio,so I want to see the building chaos and the two home runs by Steve Jeltz. Thin Barry Bonds hit a homer, and there was the announcement that the Pirates announcer would walk across the state if the Pirates ended up losing the game.

  104. Dan says:

    I would like to see the game on June 8, 1989 when the Phillies beat the Pirates 15-11, coming back from a 10-0 deficit. Back then, not all games were on television, but I remember listening it to it on the radio,so I want to see the building chaos and the two home runs by Steve Jeltz. Thin Barry Bonds hit a homer, and there was the announcement that the Pirates announcer would walk across the state if the Pirates ended up losing the game.

  105. Carl says:

    Growing up in NY during the 70s, with grandparents, aunts, uncles and a dad who grew up in Brooklyn during the 1940s to 1950s as Dodger fans, the legendary Game 7 of the 1955 World Series is the game I would like to see. Great stars on both sides (Berra, Rizzuto, Mantle, Robinson, Hodges, Snider, Campy and of course Johnny Podres who as I was told often as a child could have been elected Mayor of New York after his win) plus the only World Series the Brooklyn Dodgers would win.

    Towards actually seeing it, actually bought a huge movie reel of the 1955 World Series on E-bay more than a decade ago plus a film projector to run it. Then the film projector died after about 45 seconds of film, and somehow we’ve never actually seen the darn film real.

    Will actually need to subscribe to MLB Classics to actually watch the game.

  106. bill says:

    May 17, 1979 Cubs-Phillies. the Cubs put on an amazing offensive performance, scoring 22 runs on 26 hits, which would’ve been an amazing victory — had the Phillies not put up 23 runs on 24 hits.

    Yes, the wind was blowing out that day at Wrigley.

  107. I’d go back to see Dave Righetti’s no hitter because it was the one game my grandfather did not leave early, and the one I most remember him talking about. I was too young to accompany him at that the time, and he was too ill to go to games by the time I was able, so what perfect way to finally get to see a game with my grandfather than a no hitter on the 4th of July? – William Juliano

  108. Eric Balcanoff says:

    In 1995, I went to my first game with my Dad. It was Red Sox vs. A’s at Fenway Park. We had $13 tickets a few rows back of the first base dugout. In a Mark McGwire at bat vs. Stan Belinda, my six year old self shouted out “strike him out!” McGwire turned and looked in my direction, sending me in a state of shock. On the next pitch, McGwire struck out. To this day, I take credit for that. If I could pick one game of my lifetime to go back and see again, it would undoubtedly be this one. To experience the nostalgia of the 1995 Red Sox roster featuring Luis Alicea (my favorite player at the time for who knows what reason), Willie McGee, Jose Canseco and others, and to relive all the feelings of being a six year old at his first baseball game would be incredible.

  109. Keith Carlson says:

    August 18 1998. Cubs vs Cards.

    I’m English and started following the Cubs in 1985 after seeing highlights of an MLB game on TV. I chose to follow the Cubs at random.
    Back then I knew nothing about the Cubs and only got scores through the newspapers two days after a game (not even box scores, just the score).
    Somehow I kept up until the dawn of the internet when I became devoted completely to baseball at the expense of soccer and cricket the other sports that being English I had followed avidly.
    I finished college in 1998 and that summer I managed to get to Wrigley for the first time. The summer of Sosa and Wood and a run for the post season.
    That first game is what I would choose again – to soak up the atmosphere and relive the sheer joy of being there. The game finished (I think) with Rod Beck striking out McGwire with the bases loaded.

  110. Scott says:

    This one’s easy for me.
    The Mariners haven’t won much in their history. Some of the more serious of the fanbase perhaps properly derides the organization for spending as much time as they do on remembering the 1995 season. Which, while indeed the first playoff season in franchise history, definitely ended in a 4 games to 2 loss in the ALCS, and so in the grand scheme of things wasn’t really all that special.

    Except that it will forever remain special to many of us. And for me, game 5, with Griffey flying around the bases on Edgar Martinez’s double will likely always be my greatest baseball memory. My grandfather died too young for me to remember him, but from stories my mother told me the two of them spent many a summer day watching or listening to Lou Brock, Bob Gibson, and the rest of the Cardinals on their great teams in the 1960s. When you grow up in Oregon in the 1960s, you got to pick whichever team you wanted.

    And then my mother died too young for my own kids to know her. Our last game together was that game 5. The whole family gathered in the living room to watch, even my sister who didn’t care too much for baseball. We had silly superstitions, like putting our feet in a pile when the M’s really needed some offense. That fall the whole area had come together around the M’s, with gas stations and grocery stores and even the schools using their reader boards to root them on. I still remember that series so vividly. And I’d give anything to go have the chance to go back to that moment and watch game 5 with my family one more time.

  111. Stephon says:

    We have a photo of my family at a baseball game. I’m there, super excited, wearing my mitt. My younger brother is there, looking bored and miserable. My parents and my grandfather.

    Inspired by your question and through the magic of baseball reference, I found my first MLB experience. A doubleheader between the Tigers and A’s on Sunday, May 30 (an obvious present, the week after my twelfth birthday).

    Jack Morris pitched a complete game, Lance, Lou, and Tram were at the bottom of the order. Lots of names I remember like Enos Cabell (whose picture still adorns a Mexican restaurant close to the old ballpark) and Richie Hebner the old gravedigger and some I don’t. Jerry Turner was DH?

    The Tigers were drubbed the second game. I’d love to go back in time with my family and savor that first experience in the old ball park, knowing what I know now about the triumph to come in ’84 and that at least two of those guys have finally, belated been recognized to be the all time greats that they were.

  112. Mike R. says:

    Game 6, 1985 World Series, aka The Denkinger Game. I was seven years old (and Royals fanatic) when this happened. I would love to watch this now, as if for the first time, to see how my perspective would be different. My seven year old mind could not fathom Jorge Orta being out.

  113. Ryan says:

    June 15, 1997 Cubs vs Brewers at Wrigley. I come from a family of Cubs fans, in southwest Indiana, and it all started with my grandpa. His love the Cubs rubbed off on us all. My early child hood summers were spent playing catch and watching the Cubs on WGN with my grandpa. For Father’s Day in 97 we decided to take a family trip to Wrigley. My dad, brother, grandpa, uncles, and cousins all piled into a big van and made the long trip. It was a perfect summer day. I’ll never forget the look on my grandpa’s face having us all together and cheering on our beloved Cubbies. It was also the last time he would ever go to Wrigley. I’ll cherish the memories of that day forever.

  114. Sam says:

    Doc Ellis’ no-hitter. I mean, come on.

  115. Seamus Young says:

    Royals at Red Sox, July 19, 2007. My first time at Fenway. Big Papi laid down a bunt single.
    Manny hit a home run that would have gone through the wall if it hadn’t just barely cleared it, and he both misplayed an easy out into a double and made a diving catch on a ball he could have settled under for several seconds. I wanted to choose something more “meaningful” than a game between two teams that didn’t make the playoffs, but I doubt I’ll ever have more fun at the ballpark than I did that day.

  116. I fell in love with baseball and the Pittsburgh Pirates when I was eight years old and the “We R Fam-A-Lee” team won the 1979 World Series behind Willie Stargell’s big bat and even bigger personality. Fifteen years later, I graduated from the University of Washington and flew out to visit my brothers in Indiana that summer. My plan was to drive over to Pittsburgh to attend the 1994 All-Star Game at Three Rivers Stadium, which would be my first ever visit to Pittsburgh. I was supposed to go with my brothers but life got in the way for them and neither could make the trip. I ended up missing the all-star game, but still made the trip and spent a few days in Pittsburgh and was able to see a regular season game. The whole experience was a dream come true. And then it wasn’t. On the way back to Indiana I was in a car accident and suffered a spinal cord injury. I’ve been to some great baseball games since, including the Seattle Mariners one-game playoff win over the Angels in their “Refuse to Lose” 1995 season, but if I could go back and see any game it would be the 1994 All-Star Game that I missed just a few days before that life-altering event. Ken Griffey, Jr. won the Home Run Derby. The AL had seven Hall of Famers in their starting lineup and two more on their bench. The NL had four Hall of Famers plus Barry Bonds in their starting lineup and three more on their bench. After tying the game with two runs in the bottom of the ninth, the NL won the game when Moises Alou doubled in Tony Gwynn in the bottom of the 10th.

  117. Aaron Beshears says:

    As a lot of baseball folks seem to be, I’m a history guy. With that in mind, I’d love to see Game 7 of the 1926 World Series, to witness Grover Cleveland “Pete” Alexander, possibly drunk or hungover, come into the game a day after pitching to save the day. We all know how he got Tony Lazzeri out to end the threat. Then Alexander kept going until two outs in the 9th, when he walked some buy named Babe Ruth. Ruth was actually kind of sneaky fast, decided to swipe 2B. The game ending tag on the HOF’er was slapped down by the greatest RH hitter of all time, Rogers Hornsby.

    In addition to the drama of the series, and it being the Card’s 1st ever modern WS title, that series was loaded with HOF and other great players: Ruth, Lazzeri, Bob Meusel, Earle Combs, Lou Gehrig, Waite Hoyt, Sunny Jim Bottomeley, Les Bell, Chick Hafey, Billy Southworth, & Pop Haines to name a few.

    The ’34 series would have been awesome as well, to see the Dean brothers at their peak winning all four games behind the bats of Joe Medwick and Pepper, The Wild Horse of the Osage, Martin.

    Finally, I’d love to have seen Game 3 of the 1982 WS. That was Willie McGee’s coming out party. That was the year I fell in love with baseball and became a fan for life. Mcgee’s rookie year cemented him as my favorite player, and Game 3 saw him clout two HR’s and rob the Brew Crew of two on the defensive end.

    • KHAZAD says:

      My Grandfather was at that game as a 12 year old (The Alexander game)near the bullpen, and he used to swear that Pete pulled a flask out of his pocket and drained it before entering the game.

  118. Michael Andreasen says:

    Game 3 of the 1980 ALCS, Royals Yankees at Yankee Stadium. Brett’s shot off of Gossage is still the most euphoric I’ve ever felt during any sporting event. There’s something about finally getting past the Yankees in their own ballpark. I was at a Royals Yankees game at the old Yankee Stadium in 2008 back when Alex Gordon played 3rd Base and the Royals were awful, but Kansas City won that game and I felt like the only Royals fan in the entire place. After the game, a few other Royals fans who were sitting above me came down and we ended up becoming friends. I can’t imagine how great it would be to clinch a pennant in that same place against the hated Yankees who had KC’s number all those years prior.

  119. John Planchon says:

    The summer of 1969…it was the Royals’ first year.

    My family lived in the Panama Canal Zone and came up to visit my grandparents in Kansas City. My granddad got tickets and we watched my first game in old Municipal Stadium. It became a tradition and we would go to at least one game every time we came to the States on vacation.

    All through Little League, my heroes were Cookie Rojas and Freddie Patek…despite my lack of skills, I just knew I would one day play for the Kansas City Royals.

    I followed along closely on Armed Forces Radio when the Royals lost to the Yankees in the ALCS in ’76, ’77 (why Whitey brought in Leonard, I will never understand) and ’78. Finally, they beat the Yankees in 1980. Even though they lost to the Phillies in the World Series, I felt like they had cleared a huge obstacle by beating the Yankees.

    I’ll be 58 in a couple of months, but I get just as excited watching the Royals play now as I did then.

    It all started with that first game…

  120. Mark Garbowski says:

    I want to go back and see if anything I thought I remembered from September 3, 1978 is accurate, when, I think I saw the most dominant one-inning pitching performance by a relief pitcher I have witnessed before or since, live or in person.
    The Yankees are hosting the Mariners. Sunday afternoon. The Yankees have clawed back from a mid-July 14 game deficit to be 5.5 games behind the Red Sox when the day starts. A four game series at Fenway is looming and due to start on Thursday, destined to be known as the Boston Massacre. Every single game for the past 6 weeks has been as close as you can be to “must win” in mid-summer. I attend this Yankee-Seattle game with my father, like so many other Sunday afternoon games. I am 16 years old and this is the best baseball season of my life. Here is what I remembered:

    Ron Guidry started (he didn’t) and protected a 1-0 lead entering the ninth inning (it was 4-2). He gave up a lead-off triple (there was no triple) to put the tying run on third with no outs and was removed for Goose Gossage.
    In fact, according to Baseball Reference, Jim Beattie started,went 8 innings and did not start the ninth. Sparkly Lyle came in to protect the 4-2 lead and gave up a single, single and double. Gossage relieved Lyle with no outs, runners on second and third and a 4-3 lead.
    I remember and can confirm that Gossage struck out the next 3 batters to preserve the lead and the win. Here is what I cannot look up. My memory is that Gossage threw 10 pitches, all strikes, and that the foul ball that extended one of the at bats was barely nicked straight back into the netting. I remember the Mariner hitters looking essentially hopeless to even maybe hit a weak ground ball that might have scored a run, much less a decent drive to the outfield for a sacrifice fly or a base hit.
    I remember that when the Yankees needed Gossage to be utterly dominant that day to prevent any runs from scoring from second and third and no outs, with the Red Sox winning that day, and the Yanks chasing, that Gossage was as completely dominant as he had to be and as any pitcher has ever been for 3 batters.
    I would like to know that this one, key, essential part of my memory of that day is real, even though so many ancillary details became confused in the next few decades. I would like to watch this game again just to see that ninth inning replayed. Because I’m sure I’m right, but I need to know.

  121. Paul Schroeder says:

    I think I’m going with 1985 World Series game 7. My family left KC in 1980, but I kept rooting for the Royals. I remember watching that game as Joaquin Andujar melted down and calling my brother in law who was rooting for the Cardinals and leaving many messages screaming into his answering machine as the Royals destroyed the Cardinals. It was so great.

    A close second would be 2015 World Series game 5 to see the Royals clinch, or maybe 2014 Game 7. The Royals lose, but still, so many amazing performances in that game.

    Paul Schroeder

  122. Bruce says:

    My first game – Orioles at Tigers, ca. 1969. I went with my cub scout pack and knew nothing about baseball until that day. I became a fan, especially of Brooks Robinson and Mark Belanger, and that’s the only time I might have seen them play in person. I’m not even sure about which year it was, the score, or if Brooks and Mark both played. But I’d love to go back in time with what I know now and see those players and those teams play a game.

  123. Jason B says:

    Before the diabetes and the heart disease, before the turbulent decade in my parents marriage, before any romantic heartbreak I would experience, before any of the awkward High School acne that covered my face, before I understood any of the Troubles of the world, I was still an innocent happy seven year old boy on October 2nd 1978. Even though it was a Monday, public schools were closed for Rosh Hashanah in the predominantly Jewish town that I grew up in in New Jersey. The weather was warm and my friends and I spent the early morning playing our game of baseball in the cul-de-sac on our street. On a day like this it would be near impossible to get any of us out of the street to do something else other than enjoy our baseball game. Yes we took short breaks for lunch and the bathroom but nothing made us happier than spending all day playing baseball in the street until it got too dark to see. But this day there was something different happening, something that actually pulled me away from my baseball game, pulled me inside my house and onto my couch. It was the Yankees and the Red Sox in a one-game playoff to decide the American League East title. Bucky Dent’s home run that day was perhaps the greatest single moment of pure joy in my entire life and I recall bursting outside screaming at my friends “Bucky Dent just hit a home run Bucky Dent just hit a homerun homerun”… My friends were mostly Met fans and they didn’t really seem to care but the exhilaration I felt was indescribable. At this point in my life I had no real knowledge of the yankees-red Sox rivalry but this was certainly my first taste of it. It would be 26 more years before the Red Sox finally turned the Rivalry on its head. The game ended and the sun was still out and I went outside and got in a few Innings with my friends, a smile never leaving my face. This would be the game I would love to have been at or simply been able to watch again on my TV the same way I did 40 years ago.

  124. Matt says:

    This one’s easy – October 3rd, 1951. The Shot Heard Round the World.

  125. Pim Mel says:

    Game 4 ALCS 2004. The positive aspect of having your back against the wall is that there‘s only one direction left: foward

  126. Frank says:

    Two different games, two different reasons. I attended both of these.

    1. July 11, 1990, Royals at Orioles. Bo Jackson climbs the fence after making a catch on the dead run. I was in mezzanine seats at Memorial Stadium on the 1B side, and was looking straight at that play. Still not sure I saw what I saw. Most amazing athletic baseball play I think I ever saw live.

    2. August 1, 1998, Indians at Athletics. Beanie Baby Day. At the time, I believe, the third largest paid admission in Oakland A’s history. I took our seven year old daughter to the game. A’s had a “98 in 98” promotion, so that kids 14 and under got in for 98 cents. Vanloads of kids came with a parent, got their Beanie Baby (Peanut the Elephant), and left (stadium was one-third empty by first pitch, and almost deserted by the 9th inning). Lines all the way out to the parking lot entrance and back again for the Beanie Babies. Our daughter (who just got married in January, which is why I remember this story), declared that she already had Peanut the Elephant (she actually had a huge trunkful of Beanie Babies, so I wasn’t sure how she knew she had this one). Anyway, we went into the stadium (past security guards who thought we were jumping the line), got our food, and sat down. Our daughter had to be the only kid in the stadium who didn’t have that Beanie Baby, and didn’t care. She’s still working off the points she earned for not having us stand in line for the Beanie Baby. (Oh, yeah. We were in Plaza Level seats down the RF line, and Matt Stairs hit a walkoff HR leading off the bottom of the 10th, a line drive that went right past us as it landed safely in the seats, to win the game for the A’s.)

  127. Doug Wright says:

    What a charmed life I’ve led. I was at both Game 6 in 85 and the wild card game in 14. Now, I want to go to tomorrow’s game, because I might see something I’ve never seen before.

  128. Dan Fitzgerald says:

    Any of the games played on the last night of the 2011 regular season; Yankees v Rays, Phillies v Braves, Cardinals v Astros, Red Sox v Orioles. Still the funnest two hours of regular season baseball in the history of the game. (I was at Halladay’s playoff no hitter the year prior, so I’m all set for life on attending historic baseball games otherwise. RIP, Doc)

  129. Steve Arata says:

    I would want to see again my first Major League game, and I would want to experience it as the 8-year-old I was. The second game of the 1967 season, April 12: the Senators playing the Yankees at what was then still called D.C. Stadium, which had what I was certain was the greenest, most beautiful grass I would ever see in my life. The Senators won 10-4, and my favorite player, 3rd baseman Ken McMullen, hit a home run to left (off Jim Bouton, no less!). Thirty-eight years later, I took my 10-year-old daughter to her first Major League game at what was now called R.F.K. Stadium, where we saw the Nationals beat the Giants 2-0, while her new favorite player, 3rd baseman Ryan Zimmerman, just called up from the minors, collected two hits. The grass was still an amazing green.

  130. Jim Atkins says:

    I think I’d like to see an Angels-Yankees game from the late 70’s- Nolan Ryan vs. Ron Guidry. Both of them were throwing serious heat. We were in the cheap seats, top deck behind home plate. There was an inclined screen from behind the plate up to the facing of the press box then. Batters were foul tipping the ball and it would shoot up the screen and hit the metal facing. Sounded like somebody was smacking it with a bat. In the lower half of the top deck, fouled balls were coming back and landing just below us in the crowd, so fast people stopped trying to catch them, just ducking for cover. Angels ended up winning 1-0. Crazy game. If you blinked, you missed the pitches entirely.

  131. Ron H says:

    As baseball is the greatest game, the greatest moment in baseball history, in my opinion, is the day that Ken Griffey and Ken Griffey Jr. opened the season together in the Seattle Mariners’ outfield. The greatest moment of that game had to be when they warmed up together by playing catch before the start of the first inning.

    I’m not a Mariners’ fan but I am a father, and I love my children. I cannot begin to imagine the emotion that each of them had, throwing the ball to each other; something they had probably done since before Junior was age three, but this time on the biggest stage in the land, before thousands of fans and millions of others on TV. I would have loved to have been in the stands to applaud and celebrate the moment; a moment every baseball loving father and son can only dream of.

  132. Patrick says:

    My first choice would be game 7 of the 1924 World Series. Washington’s (my home town) only championship, and a chance to see Walter Johnson, the greatest player in Washington baseball history.
    If I had to choose a game in my life time, I would be game 5 of the 1999 division series, when Pedro came out of the bullpen against Cleveland. That game is big part of my transition from being a casual baseball fan to being a huge baseball fan.

  133. steve says:

    The games I’ve been to could never be better than that first time. The “famous” games, well, I already know about. So, just like going to a ballpark tomorrow, surprise me with what happens in any one of JR’s games at Ebbets Field.

  134. Joe Myers says:

    Bill Mazeroski was born in Wheeling WV in a hospital not far from where I grew up. Mazeroski was everything to this young baseball fan, and I’ve since gotten to meet him and my respect has only grown. But I was just a baby on Oct 13, 1960. I would’ve loved to have been there when Maz crushed the Yankees with the only-ever walkoff home run in World Series Game 7 history. It changed baseball history, and changed the life of Bill Mazeroski, but, thankfully, the feat never changed the humble Mazeroski himself.

  135. Jim O’Donnell says:

    7th game of ‘91 World Series. Attended with my wife, 14 year old daughter and 12 year old son. My fourth and probably last WS ( 1958 in Milwaukee & 1959 in Chicago with my Dad and 1987 & 1991 in Minnesota with my family). There were a lot of great moments in that ‘91 7th game but the one that I’ll never forget is the 1st to home to 1st double play the Twins pulled off to get out of a bases loaded nobody out situation.

  136. Paul says:

    As a 10 year old in 1974, I attended the game when hank Aaron hit #715. I was just a dumb kid who didn’t know what he was seeing. Would love to go back to that game and truly appreciate it this time. Plus I would save the game certificate we received as we left.

  137. Darren says:

    For me the answer is the second game of the 1942 Negro Leagues World Series. See the Monarchs and the Homestead Grays. See the Hilton Smith and Satchel Paige pitch, see Buck O’Neil on First. See Josh Gibson even if he is past his prime.

    I’ll admit I had no idea what the game was going to be before the question. I was more interested in seeing the Monarchs play than a particular game, so I went looking for a game that had a lot of the stars playing.

    The second choice would be the 1933 Negro Leagues All Star Game. If Paige hadn’t skipped the game this would’ve been an easy pick since it had Oscar Charleston, Willie Foster, Josh Gibson, Double Duty Ratcliff…

  138. Bill Bumgarner says:

    October 21, 1975. True story. I was a high school junior and scheduled to work as a stock boy at the Hy-Vee grocery store. A Red Sox fan, I had to miss game six! Someone kept an old clock radio in the back room work area of the produce department. To heck with the work rules. I tuned it into the game. I’d steal away from my duties from time-to-time to check-in on the highest stakes ballgame of my life, to that point anyway.

    Hope gave way to discouragement as an early Red Sox lead became what was surely an insurmountable 6-3 deficit. I mean we’re talking about the Big Red Machine, Captain Hook and his vaunted bullpen. I gave up. But I guess really not. Something pulled me back into that produce work room.

    I walked in, expecting the worst, and all I heard was . . . hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Someone was playing around with the radio, I thought. Just as I reach for the tuning dial, however, I hear words blast from the radio to the effect of, “Bernie Carbo has just hit a game-tying, three run pitch-hit homerun!!” That wasn’t static. That was the sweet sound of crowd noise! Fenway had come alive!

    Everyone knows the rest of the story. Looking back, maybe listening on the old clock radio was better than actually watching one of the finest World Series games of all time. Yep . . . no need to turn back the clock for me.

  139. Marshall Miller says:

    The game I’d want to go back and see is the Royals Wild Card comeback against the A’s in 2014. That game meant so much to me. I grew up in Kansas City as a Royals fan, but went to college in Indiana where the Royals were constantly the butt of jokes. It meant so much to finally be in the playoffs and recognized as a legitimate team. When Yordano gave up the lead, my heart broke. As a KC fan, it felt like this was our doom. To get to a Wild Card game but that would be it. I didn’t even allow myself to believe we could come back and win until the 8th and our rally began. I remember every second of what it felt like when Dyson scored the tying run in the 9th. Sal’s game winning hit was probably one of the greatest moments of my life. I remember all the faces of the people in our row, we were all just hugging each other. I get chills and even teary when I think about walking down the ramp and everyone is chanting “Beat LA”. I wish I could go back and live in that moment again.

  140. Dan W. says:

    Memories of a boy baseball fan:

    First MLB game was Indians at Angels in summer 1979. What most impressed me and the memory that lasted was watching Bobby Bonds throw the ball on a line that seemed to defy physics.

    Next MLB game was a day game at Yankee stadium in 1981, shortly after the strike had ended. I will always remember seeing the green of the field. It had a richness of color and brilliance that surpassed my expectations.

    The greatest game was the 1978 Yankee / Red Sox playoff – I was a Yankee fan. The sound of Bill White saying “deep to left” and the sight of the camera showing Dent’s hit clearing the Green Monster, with the Citgo sign in the background are imprinted in my mind.

    The Yankee “comeback” of 1978 was the most magical sports experience I’ve experienced – I was fooled thinking every Yankee season would be like this. To listen to the games I would turn on the radio in the Volkswagen. Dad got tired of me draining the car battery so when he bought a new clock radio for himself he handed down his to me.

    In 1979 Thurman Munson died. Life wasn’t supposed to be so cruel. In 1980 George Brett and the Royals crushed the Yankees. Someone else’s baseball dreams came true.

    In 1981, Dodger fans celebrated.

    1978 became more distant history but the memory is as fresh as ever.

  141. rabidtiger says:

    I was old enough to wonder if the Tigers were ever going to win the World Series, but I was in Viet Nam unable to even listen to their games on the radio. I did know when I went to bed that they had come back from 3-1 in games won to tie the Series and would play game 7 while i was sleeping. When I was woken up that next morning in my hootch by Leroy from Wisconsin, I asked him if the Tigers won and he said, “Yeah.”

    I want to see that game.

    • Larry says:

      this is the one I want to see. 1968 Game 7. My parents didn’t care much for baseball, but my grandfather in Detroit did. Every summer we’d return to the hometown and I’d listen to the Tigers on the kitchen radio while he ate August tomatoes with salt/pepper and a knife (and a Stroh’s). I don’t recall the series at that time, I was 7 and we would have been in LA (with parents that didn’t watch games), but I’ve read of it endlessly since and my boyhood hero, Mickey Stanley was one of the hero’s of the series.

  142. Brendan says:

    Because it would be impossible to choose between games 4 through 7 of the 2004 ALCS (I actually typed out cases for each of those games before giving up on it), I think I’d revisit my most perfect night at a ballpark: https://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/BOS/BOS201004040.shtml

    It was April 4, 2010 and after about 6 months of hand-wringing and making excuses I had finally worked up the courage to ask out the cute brunette from my freshman chemistry lab. I had somehow made it though high school without ever asking a girl out and was terrified of talking to girls, but she knew baseball better than most guys our age, and it had always been my icebreaker with her. So logic followed that if I asked her to Sox-Yanks for Opening Day at Fenway, she wouldn’t say no, which meant it was safe to ask. I was so proud of myself for coming up with this plan that I overlooked the problem of having neither tickets nor money to pay for them. After she said yes I worked the phones for a few days and found a second cousin who took pity on me and tracked down an extra set of tickets at his office. (Looking back, this is why 19-year-olds shouldn’t be allowed to make decisions.)

    We were in. It was Easter Sunday night (the ESPN game the night before the rest of the league started) and the most unseasonably spectacular early spring evening in Boston, in the high 60’s with a bright orange sky. Pedro came back to throw out the first pitch. Neil Diamond showed up to sing Sweet Caroline. I think Steven Tyler might have been there too for God Bless America. The Sox apparently won a back-and-forth game. And I remember none of it because that was the night I found out I could hold a conversation on a date with a beautiful, intelligent woman on subjects other than baseball.

    So I think I’d go back to actually watch this game, appreciate seeing Adrian Beltre in his only season in a Boston uniform and Dustin Pedroia hitting a clutch momentum-turning home run, and sneak my college self a beer and tell him it would (eventually) be fine when things didn’t work out with her and that next time he wouldn’t need Opening Day tickets to muster up this kind of self-confidence. Fenway Park was my nirvana as a kid and is a nice respite from my office job as an adult, but on this one night when I was caught in between those two it the best wingman I ever had.

  143. Christopher Cox says:

    I’ll pick one that I saw as a boy. I couldn’t have told you for sure the date or the opponent or anything, but thanks to baseball-reference I can say it was this one: https://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/BAL/BAL197906231.shtml. Growing up outside DC (pre-Nationals), I was an Orioles Fan. My favorite player was Eddie Murray; I loved his crazy crouching open stance, his unrivaled sideburns, his unflappable cool — and of course the great hitting.

    The Os were in the midst of a decade-long run of great teams; in ‘79 they were Series bound and had much of the roster that would win it all in ‘83.

    I remember nothing about the game in question but the ending — Eddie stealing a win with a walkoff three run homer in the bottom of the ninth.

    I just want to relive the atmosphere: raucous old Memorial Stadium, the anticipation any time Eddie was at bat, the chant of “Edd-ie, Edd-ie”, the hope bordering practically on expectation that Eddie would be Mr Clutch yet again.

    Eddie Murray of course had a storied career and was a first ballot hall of famer. But I don’t know that he was ever as admired or appreciated like in those golden years with the Orioles. I would love to experience that reverence and explosion of glee again.

  144. Patrick Buck says:

    I’d love to go back in time and watch a Negro League game. I wouldn’t care which one specifically, but I would love to see as many of the stars of that time in one game. Satchell, Josh Gibson, Oscar Charleston, Cool Papa Bell, Martin Dihigo… But the one person I would want to see is Buck O’Neill. Because of all of your loving words about the man, Mr. Posnanski, I’d love to watch him play, to see the joy on his face. Afterwards, I’d like to wait for them and get their autographs, maybe head to the 18th and Vine area of Kansas City and listen to great Jazz music with them.

    I saw Buck once in passing. We were at a Brewers game at old County Stadium. The Negro Leagues were being honored all around MLB that season and he was at that game for that reason. He was riding in a golf cart from one spot to the next and I recall an enormous smile as he rode past. I didn’t know who he was at the time, but I’ll never forget that smile.

  145. DAVID STEVENS says:

    The Sid Bream scores from second on the Cabrera single to beat the Pirates in 1992. I remember that the lineup changes were going to force Bobby Cox to put Ron Gant at second base if we went to Extra Innings. My Dad was still alive so it had that going for it for me and there was no way we were winning that game. That was a special stretch for Braves fans as the year before had special game after special game.

  146. Larry Howser says:

    Joe what a wonderful concept! If I could relive a game I was at – it would be my first ever game at Fenway – June 4th, 1966 – the year before the Impossible Dream Sox of 1967. I was eight years old and we had wonderful seats, box seats along the first base line. The Red Sox were still pretty sad – 1966 was already at the “wait till next year” stage at 18-29, when the Sox and Yankees played that night. The game was long – one of the games that would never go that long if we get these new rules to “speed up” extra inning affairs. After leaving the winning run stranded in the 7th, 8th, 9th, 10th and 13th innings, journeyman Jim Gosger sent one into the Red Sox bullpen to walk off – one of 10 home runs he hit that season (a career high). Our seats were in the perfect place to watch the flight of the ball and it was a moment that an eight-year-old would never forget! Feel free to use my name – Larry Howser, lifelong Sox fan! And by the way, I love your writing and am hoping for the return of the Baseball 100!

  147. Mark McD says:

    I’m not sure if this is allowable under the rules. I don’t want to be AT a baseball game at all. I came to be a Cubs fan through my grandmother. Every day I would go to her house after kindergarten and she would watch me until my mom was done working. She introduced me to the Cubs in the TV room in her basement in the early 80s. We watched every afternoon Cubs game while she watched me, and I had to pay attention. She was the biggest Cubs fan I’ve ever known, watching every game even when the Cubs stunk which was often.

    But the spring and summer of 1984 in her basement was what set me as a Cubs and baseball fan, and because of that summer I still love Ryne Sandberg and will likely always consider him my favorite Cub. She was born in 1911 and died in 1995 and obviously never saw the Cubs win the World Series.

    As I watched game 7 of the 2016 from a bar in California, I couldn’t help but wish I was watching it with her in her basement. After Kris Bryant threw the ball to Anthony Rizzo and ended game 7, I sat in my seat for a long while just kind of giggling a bit in happiness and thinking a lot about all those games with her in her basement.

    If I could see any game, it’d be that game 7 and it’d be with her in her basement.

    • Nato Coles says:

      I’d like to go back in time to the May 15th 2003 game at Miller Park. May 15th 2003 was my 23rd birthday. The Brewers hosted the Cubs, and the game went 17 innings. In my teens and early 20’s, I had fallen away from baseball (and cheering for pro sports teams in general), but a friend of mine nicknamed Tab Man (because he liked the diet cola – not any other reason…) clued me in to the “Uecker Seats” at Miller Park – 70 or so obstructed view seats available day of game only, in person only, limit one per customer, cost one American dollar and not a penny more! – and so that’s how a few of us decided to go celebrate my birthday. The game ended up going 17 innings! By the end of it, we were right behind home plate, and we were sort of rooting for EITHER team to score a run because 1.) as I said, I wasn’t really an active fan of the Brewers at this point, and 2.) it was my birthday and we had places to be and beers to drink! The Cubs won. But now as I look back on it, I feel a certain shame that I wasn’t heartily cheering the Brewers, who were and are my favorite team. And the fun we had that day in a way rekindled the spark of my love for baseball. Within a couple years, I was back to attending a half-dozen games a year, a few more each year as time went by. Yeah, that’s the one I’d go back to.

      • Nato Coles says:

        Oops, I think I replied to a comment, not as an original comment. That’s what I get for dashing off a post on the work computer… Reposting. (PS Mark McD: good post!)

  148. Nato Coles says:

    I’d like to go back in time to the May 15th 2003 game at Miller Park. May 15th 2003 was my 23rd birthday. The Brewers hosted the Cubs, and the game went 17 innings. In my teens and early 20’s, I had fallen away from baseball (and cheering for pro sports teams in general), but a friend of mine nicknamed Tab Man (because he liked the diet cola – not any other reason…) clued me in to the “Uecker Seats” at Miller Park – 70 or so obstructed view seats available day of game only, in person only, limit one per customer, cost one American dollar and not a penny more! – and so that’s how a few of us decided to go celebrate my birthday. The game ended up going 17 innings! By the end of it, we were right behind home plate, and we were sort of rooting for EITHER team to score a run because 1.) as I said, I wasn’t really an active fan of the Brewers at this point, and 2.) it was my birthday and we had places to be and beers to drink! The Cubs won. But now as I look back on it, I feel a certain shame that I wasn’t heartily cheering the Brewers, who were and are my favorite team. And the fun we had that day in a way rekindled the spark of my love for baseball. Within a couple years, I was back to attending a half-dozen games a year, a few more each year as time went by. Yeah, that’s the one I’d go back to.

  149. Tom Martinsky says:

    I’d like to go back to see game 8 of the 1912 World Series for a couple reasons. I’d love to see what baseball really looked and felt like back then. Get to see Christy Mathewson and Smoky Joe Wood pitch, Tris Speaker play the outfield, as well as see what was probably the first greater winner-take-all World Series game, with the Giants scoring 1 in the 10th and Boston scoring 2 in the bottom, including a famous play, Snodgrass’ muff.

    In a perfect world, would see it with my dad and brothers.

  150. Kuz says:

    Dateline September 4, 1993. I won’t bury the headline…”NINE YEAR OLD DAUGHTER EYEWITNESSES NO HITTER PITCHED BY ONE-HANDED MAN”.
    I was planning to attend my 25th high school reunion in New Jersey and (almost) always incorporate a visit to Yankee Stadium
    when I visit the New York metropolitan area. I ordered tickets for my extended, albeit small, family for the game. As the game progressed to the sixth or seventh inning, my nephew said “Uncle John, do you realize Jim Abbott is pitching a no hitter?” I said “I don’t get excited about the possibility of a no hitter until the eighth inning.” Sure enough, he pitched a no hitter. And our 9 year old daughter witnessed it. What a life lesson. That’s my pick.

  151. Jimmy says:

    Doug Wright up there a ways leaves a very thoughtful reply.
    I would choose the game when one Mr. Henry Aaron set the record for most home runs in MLB history.

  152. Ron Kitchell says:

    I’ve been to some historical games in my life. I was at the Reds-Padres game where Roseanne butchered the National Anthem. I was at the Reds-Padres game where Chapman threw 105. However, I’d like to relive a game where my uncle won a bet from me and my younger brother. He bet us that Jack Clark would hit a home run in the game and we took him up on it knowing how hard it is for players to hit home runs in a single game. We were especially happy when Clark didn’t even start the game, only coming up to pinch hit late in the contest. You know what happened. I just want to have that same kind of joy my brother and I had in thinking we won an easy bet! I have no idea when this game was.

  153. Kevin says:

    I’d like to go back to the very beginning and watch Alexander Cartwright’s Knickerbockers versus the New York Nine. It’d also be cool to see a game of Rounders and compare that game to baseball pre-Civil War. I’d also like to see John McGraw’s Orioles in action and see how violent the game was back then, but if I recall my history correctly, it got pretty hairy in the stands too, so I’m not sure if that would be a good idea.

  154. Paul says:

    May 17, 1979 – Phils 23, Cubs 22

  155. Ian Colman says:

    This is probably too late, but…

    My father grew up in England during the Second World War, and that might have been why he never had much interest in sports. But he married my mom, who fell in love with baseball when she was bedridden for a week with the flu during the 1951 World Series and listened to every game on the radio. When my parents settled outside of Toronto years later, my dad was stuck listening to Blue Jays games on the radio, whether he liked it or not. And he didn’t like it much. His most common target of derision was catcher Ernie Whitt, who, according to my dad, looked more like a plumber than a professional athlete. Once or twice a year, my mom and I would go to Exhibition Stadium to see a Jays game. My dad never came, until one year my mom’s cousin was visiting and my mom insisted that my dad join us for a Jays game. He reluctantly agreed. My mom bought four tickets for the game on September 14, 1987. I had pretty low expectations for how much my dad was going to enjoy the game. But then the Blue Jays started hitting home runs. And they didn’t stop. By the end of the game, they had set a new MLB record, with 10 home runs in the game. And who was the biggest star? Of course it was Ernie Whitt, with three homers. My dad was a pretty serious guy, but it was impossible to wipe a wide grin off his face that entire night. I’d give anything to go back to that game.

  156. Pat Crilley says:

    I was at Yankee stadium in 1976 when Brett hit the three run homer in the eighth. and Chambliss won it in the ninth. My brother and I where in the upper deck, after the seventh inning we moved down to the right field seats. We where standing along the wall when Bretts homer went right over our heads. It just seemed that everyone knew that the Yankees where going to win the game. We watched as the winning shot landed to our right in front of the bleachers. That area was the staging area for the police to storm the field, there must have been fifty of them standing there to rush the field as soon as the game ended. And they did to no avail as the fans rushed the field. what a memory.

  157. John Kolla says:

    I am a lifelong, die-hard Phillies fan and I was lucky enough to be at a one of a kind World Series Game 5 in 2008. I was born in 1984, 4 years after the Phillies first championship and one year after the Sixers won the last title the city would see for 25 years. A friend of mine had called a bunch of us the week before when the Phillies beat the Dodgers and said he could get tickets to Game 5, I did not hesitate to say yes, knowing if they were going to win in Philly this was the most liekly game. I was the only one who decided to go with him. I asked my dad if he wanted a ticket, but he said no. During night two of the game, the atmosphere was electric and unique. No one was sitting down, because there were only three innings left to be played in the game. The whole night was incredible and the celebration after the Phillies won was beyond anything I could have imagined. While the team was piling on Brad Lidge on the field, I asked the couple behind me to take a picture of me and my friend on my Blackberry, but when they handed the phone back to me, I realized my storage was full, so the picture didn’t save. I didn’t want to bother them again as they were celebrating just as much as I was, so I missed out on an incredible picture of one of the best days of my life. It was a small annoyance that did nothing to ruin my happiness. However, if given the choice to go back in time to any single game, despite my love for the history of the game and the hundreds of great games I would be thrilled to see in person, I would definitely go back to Game 5 in 2008. Although I wish I could say I would settle down a little bit and enjoy the moment, the game was too tense and I was too excited for the first championship of my lifetime, and I could never stick to that. But this time, I would clear some storage on my phone on my way down to Citizen’s Bank Park and buy a ticket for my dad so he could be there to enjoy it with me.

    John Kolla

  158. JustBob says:

    In the summer of 1980, an umpire threw me out of a game because he said I slammed my bat down.To this day, I don’t think I did. Back then, they used to give one team a sportsmanship trophy at the end of the season, and this event caused us to lose that trophy. It’s bugged me ever since then. I’d like to go back and see if it’s true.

  159. Todd Goren says:

    I have two. I don’t remember the date. But it had to be around 1978 or so. It was the first baseball game I went to see live. Doubleheader. Baltimore Orioles vs Seattle Mariners. I went with my best friend, his father, and his grandfather, who had played minor league baseball for several years. I remember that John Lowenstein hit a grand slam in one of the games, and that the Orioles won both.

    The second, is from two years ago when I took my daughters to their first game at age 7. One of my children is in love with Bryce Harper, and the look when she got to see him play (albeit from way up in the upper deck), was wonderful. I couldn’t tell you anything else about the game, other than the Nats won. And that they had a good time. And sometimes, that’s all that matters.

  160. Larry Black says:

    My favorite baseball memory is not even about the game. The game itself was secondary to the best moment of my life, still, more than 50 years later. It was 1965. My dad took me to my first game at Kansas City Municipal Stadium. I was 8 years old. My dad and his buddies went into the restroom for a pregame pull off the bottle. I stood there watching the players running, stretching – It seemed like I was in heaven. Then I heard a voice from somewhere below me. I looked through the fence and below me on the field was Kansas City A’s pitcher Paul Lindblad. I had heard him mentioned many times on the radio broadcasts but here he was in person. I looked around to see who he was talking to.. and it was me. He talked to me just like a normal person. Not like he was talking to a little kid that was too small and too timid to be much of an athlete. It couldn’t have been more than 5 minutes but it seemed like we talked for hours. Just he and I. That’s the best gift a little kid could ever get. Sadly, Paul succumbed to dementia many years later, but for one day he left a little kid sitting on top of the world.

  161. Dale Kasler says:

    I still think the greatest game I’ve ever seen, on TV or otherwise, was Game 6 of the 75 series. I remember, when it ended, saying to myself that Fisk’s home run was almost anticlimactic. I know that might sound crazy; the Fisk HR is the iconic moment that gets replayed. But there were so many incredible twists and turns in that game – think about the great catch by Dwight Evans to prevent a home run a couple of innings before – that Fisk’s HR felt like just one more great moment.

  162. Brett Hess says:

    The 1971 All-Star Game in Detroit. The Hall of Fame was on the field! And in the dugout were managers Sparky Anderson and Earl Weaver. And in the broadcast booth (Curt Gowdy on TV, Sandy Koufax on radio). Shoot, even umpire Doug Harvey made the HOF.
    All the runs scored (6-4 AL) came as a result of 6 homers, each from future Hall of Famers. My childhood hero, Johnny Bench, homered. But the most memorable Bench moment was when he threw up his hands in exasperation after lining to Brooks Robinson at third. It was a reminder of the 1970 WS.
    Seriously, just look at the lineups! For the NL, an outfield of Aaron, Mays and Stargell. That means Clemente, Brock and Rose came off the bench! Yes, Bench and McCovey also started, but so did a Joe Torre, another Hall of Famer.
    The AL starting outfield wasn’t so bad either: Oliva, Robinson and Yaz. So Frank Howard, Reggie Jackson and Al Kaline were coming off the bench.
    Oh, and not to be overshadowed was a little homer by Reggie.

  163. Brian Gunn says:

    I would absolutely choose a game from around 100 years ago, just b/c I think I’d be fascinated by every single detail – not just how the players play, but what people around me are wearing, what they’re saying, what the stadium and the dugouts and the on-deck circle look like and on and on and on. To me the very best early 20th century game is Game 8 (yes, Game 8) of the 1912 World Series. But unfortunately it was played at Fenway Park – and what fun would it be to visit a stadium that’s still around? So I’ll take Giants/Cubs, September 23, 1908, featuring Merkle’s Boner. I’d get to see Christy Mathewson pitch, John McGraw manage, Tinker, Evers, Chance. Sure, the game officially ended in a tie – that’s not so fun – but I think every square inch of the game would be slightly mind-blowing.

  164. Len Blonder says:

    Game one 1988 World Series. Besides the obvious I took my 13 year old son to his first World Series game. I attended my first W.S, game in 1959 with my dad and the Dodgers won that game on a late HR by Gil Hodges. When I got home that night the wonderful call to my dad was worth everything…he died two months later.

  165. Ben says:

    The final game of the 2006 season, Twins vs. White Sox at the Metrodome. The Twins and Tigers both had a playoff spot, but were playing for the division championship. The Tigers magic number was 3 going into the final series of the season and they were playing the last place Royals. The Twins lost the first game of the series, but so did the Tigers. Same with the second game. The Twins won the final game of the season, and the Tigers/Royals game was still going on.

    They put the game up on the big screen and everyone stayed to watch. The whole stadium had been paying attention to this game, and now everyone was here to share it, and when the players came back out to the field to watch with the fans, it became a real party atmosphere. Players would sing along with the between innings songs and hype up the crowd when the Royals had runners on. When the Royals finally won, we went crazy and the fans and players celebrated together (I seem to remember Luis Castillo making the circuit high fiving all around the field).

    It was the moment in my life when I really understood why people watch sports. There’s a sense of community you can share with total strangers that I’d not had before and not had since.

  166. John Crane says:

    It’s difficult to think of one off the top of my head, but I would have loved to see Miggy hit that game tying homerun off Mariano Rivera with 2 outs in the ninth.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g-YLhi5jZhQ

    Two all time greats facing off, plus Cabrera was dealing with injuries but managed to send one out deep to dead center field. It was a really defining moment for the 2011-2014 tigers era, which I grew up with.

  167. KnucklesTheClown says:

    Game 5 ALDS Yankees at Seattle October 8, 1995. The Double. Sadly the greatest moment in Mariners history but what a game and thrill

  168. John Feely says:

    The 2007 NL Wild Card tie-breaker game at Coors Field. I’m sure there are not many Rockies fans that post, but it was the best sporting event I ever attended. From the drama leading up to the game to the drama at the end, it was fantastic. The Rockies had to go on that incredible streak just to make it (and needed plenty of help that final weekend from the Brewers and Tony Gywnn Jr).
    They had to play against Peavy, who ended up winning the Cy Young that season, while they started Josh Fogg (nicknamed the Dragonslayer because he kept winning against the best pitchers during that streak). I know most purists would hate the game (and Coors Field for that matter), but it was an incredible game filled with ups and downs. And then to be down 2 runs in the 13th with Trevor Hoffman coming into the game. I was with 3 of my best friends and one of them actually left after the top of the 13th. He and I had to go to work early the next day and I tried to convince him to stay, but to no avail. To this day, I never let him forget that he left when the Rockies pulled off that incredible comeback. It was a crazy finish to the game, one that entertains doubt as to whether Holliday actually touched the plate. I love the fact Bud Black now manages the Rockies and he still maintains Holliday never touched it!

  169. Joseph Zwilling says:

    I have thought about this quite a bit. My initial reaction was that it should be either my first ever game (8 years old, Braves/Mets at Shea, 1967 https://www.baseball-reference.com/boxes/NYN/NYN196705270.shtml )or Braves/Mets on 9/21/01, which was the most cathartic and exhilarating game I ever attended; I still carry the ticket stub with me in my wallet. Then I thought, no, I already attended and experienced those games, I have memories and emotions tied to them, so why try to replicate that? Ditto for Tom Seaver, my all-time favorite player, getting his 300th Win, at Yankee Stadium (on Phil Rizzuto Day, of all things). I also thought about Game 6 of the 1986 World Series, but even though I was not at Shea that night, my experiences and memories of the game are just as vivid (a Halloween costume party in NJ, with the Red Sox fans watching in the basement, the Mets fans watching on the first floor). So, it would have to be an historic game, something preferably from before I was born. Lou Gehrig, my first favorite player (thank you, Gary Cooper and “Pride of the Yankees”) becoming the first player to hit four home runs? Babe Ruth’s called shot (with the bonus that Gehrig homered twice in that game too)? Both worthy contenders. However, I think my choice would be the “Shot Heard Round the World.” My Mom, a die-hard Dodger fan, was at the game, but left to head back to the office, and so missed Thomson breaking Dodger hearts. Even knowing what the outcome would be, I think it would be something to behold.

  170. Jon is my name; while I’m inclined to pick something that I remember like Buehrle’s perfect game or Randy Johnson’s; or Jim Thome’s Homer in game 163; I would probably just go back in time to one of Babe Ruth’s 3 Homer World series games since there’s so much more novelty and sociological interest in all the proceedings; the environment, the crowd and so forth.

  171. John Beck says:

    I’ve loved reading and hearing about Joe Dimaggio most of my life, so I’d want to go back and see him at the height his hitting streak. Can I cheat a little and pick the July 6, 1941 double header against Connie Mack’s A’s?

    He’ll go 6-11 with a double and a triple at Old Yankee Stadium (which would be special to see, since I grew up with YSII).

    Plus I’ll get to see Joe Gordon, Phil Rizzuto, Tommy Henrich, and Bill Dickey (who my grandfather insisted was the greatest catcher of all time). As a bonus, Crash Davis will play first base for the A’s.

    I’ll take my brother, who loves baseball history and who was with me at the only MLB doubleheader I’ve ever attended- a rainout caused double header at Yankee Stadium II one June against the A’s or the Rays, in maybe 2006 or 2007. Don’t remember who pitched, who played, or even who won. But we had a great time at the ballpark.

  172. Nick Daniele says:

    The day Frank Robinson was traded from the reds to the orioles was one of the worst days of my life. I had just turned 11 and Frank Robinson was my hero. But starting opening day 1966 the Orioles were winning and Robby was having a great season (He would win the triple crown and the Orioles would win the world series). Game 4 of the 1966 world series when Robby hit a home run off Don Drysdale was probably the greatest day of my life, My dad and my Uncle Tony and Uncle Angelo were all together watching the game and when Robby hit the home run they all congratulated me..I have rewatched that moment maybe 1,000 times since I found it on the internet (Drysdale throws and Robby swings and drysdale never even turns around, Just kicks the rubber…Still gives me goosebumps 52 years later

  173. Cubfan in Tokyo says:

    In 1979 the Phillies beat the Cubs 23-22 at Wrigley Field. My dad kept giving me and my friends updates (we were playing outside after school or something) and it was a see-saw of a game. Of COURSE Mike Schmidt was an integral part of beating the Cubbies that day, just like every single time he played against the Cubs. Can you imagine how fun it would be to be sitting there in the sun watching 45 runs scored? And with 1979 prices for Old Style and Frosty Malts?

  174. Robert Mitchell says:

    I’m sure that there are scores of historical games that would be great to see, but if I had a time machine, I’d go back to Kansas City Municipal Stadium on June 22, 1959. I was twelve years old, and living in Wichita, Kansas. The Yankees were my team, and Mickey Mantle was my hero. My Aunt Cleo drove me and my sister up to KC to catch the Yankees vs. the Athletics. Mantle hit two home runs and a triple. That twelve year old me was in seventh heaven.

  175. Matt Gentile says:

    Not a diehard fan of either team, but I’d love to go back and revisit the Astros-Pirates game on July 29, 2001. Brian Giles hit a walk-off grand slam off Billy Wagner. I was in Pittsburgh for a wedding with a bunch of college friends and we stayed around for the game. Best 9th inning I’ve ever seen.

  176. Sean Rogers says:

    I grew up in Plano Texas, just north of Dallas. In high school, my friends and I were rabid Texas Rangers fans and tried to get to five to ten games per hear. On of these games we had tickets for was just after our senior year….on August 4th 1993…for the Rangers versus the White Sox. However, we also had a friend who was notoriously late for everything. We sat around for an hour while waiting for him to arrive at my house and then drove the hour to the stadium for the game. We walked in during the bottom of the third inning…and just missed Nolan Ryan and Robin Ventura engaging in the most famous brawl in baseball history. I would like to properly go to a baseball game that I have already been to!

  177. Steve Fetter says:

    1964 World Series, Game 6, St Louis, Mo. NY Yankees vrs ST Cardinals.
    I was 8 years old, collecting baseball cards for the 1st time in my life, living in Rapid City, SD with no local team on TV, Radio, or the newspaper. I worshiped Mickey Mantle and began developing a God like vision of him from descriptions of my father, older neighborhood kids and baseball reading material. I began reading The Sporting News and Baseball Digest to find anything on the Mick. I have a number of Topps baseball cards from that series as prize possessions.

    Anyway, in this game, Mantle and Maris hit back to back HR for the last time as Yankees. Joe Pepitone also hit a HR. Whitey Ford, Mantle, Richardson, Howard, and all the long time Yankees won their last World Series game of their careers. And Jim (Ball 4) Bouton got the win. Really as turning point in the sport for a team that dominated the league for so long.

  178. Justin Honold says:

    I had never paid attention to any kind of sports in my life, but while recovering from surgery I decided to give baseball a shot by watching two (2) entire games. The year: 2006. The city: St. Louis, MO. Pretty good time and place to pick up baseball! My father ended up getting tickets to game four of the World Series at face value. Then, as I recall, game four was rained out. Then game five was rained out. Then they flipped the games, so that game five holders would go to game four, and vice-versa. And there, beneath a blanket, we watched ’em win.

  179. Brian Illes says:

    2016 World Series Game 5, except the Tribe get 2 in the 6th and 1 in the 7th, go on to win the game 4-3 and take the Series 4-1. Since I can’t have that, I’ll have to go forward to the game not yet played, when the Indians do finally win another World Series.

  180. James Devine says:

    July 20,1969 was bat day at Yankee Stadium and I was 9 years old and sitting with my regulation bat in the upper deck along with my brother and several friends and about 59,000 other Yankee fans. During the game, the scoreboard lit up and boldly pronounced “The Eagle has Landed!” Apollo 11 had just landed on the surface of the moon. Cheers erupted for what seemed like 10 minutes. After the game, we walked a few blocks to my friend, Tommy O’Hara’s uncles apartment in the Bronx. We all crowded around the Philco television as Neil Armstrong stepped onto the moon. This is my best day. I got married on July 20 thirty years later. I’ve never forgotten our anniversary.

  181. Dano says:

    Game 7 Cubs Indians just a couple of years ago. Only watched it on the internet with my brother 2500 miles away and sister 500 miles away. We were brought up my a die hard Cubs fan who never got to see his team win a World Series, although he saw them lose a few (30s and 1945). It was a transcendental moment in our lives. I only waited 50+ years to see it but my dad and some of his relatives waited 70-80 or more years and never saw it. Best sports moment ever. They could win 5 in a row and it would never top that feeling.

  182. Peter Gunter says:

    I would go see game 3 of the 2001 ALDS in Oakland again, but I would take my brother this time. I went with my uncle and we still talk of the heartbreak to this day. We can’t seem to get over Giambi being waved home, not sliding, and of course Jeter being somewhere he had no right to be. The problem is that my brother wasn’t invited. He went to many games before and after, but was left out on the most baseball of my baseball memories.

    Aside from that I’d probably watch Roger Maris hit his 61st.

  183. Ryan says:

    One of the most frustrating things about baseball, for me, is the playoff schedule. For some reason, baseball can’t find a way to put all of the games on at decent times the way that all other sports do. So fans get to miss their favorite team playing an important playoff game because it inexplicably starts at 1PM on a Wednesday.

    So it was that I basically missed one of the craziest games of the last few years, game 5 of the 2015 ALDS, played between my beloved Jays and the Rangers. That series was the first playoff appearance for the Jays in my adult life (I was six when they won the 1993 World Series) and that game was of course the deciding game that ended up being absolutely bananas, and instead of watching it properly with friends and family I had to half-watch it on my cell phone while sitting at my desk at work.

    How amazing it would have been to be at that game, or at least to have been able to experience the game in full with all of its ups-and-downs and crazy moments.

  184. Nate says:

    As cool as it would be to watch Ruth and Gehrig and the rest of Murder’s row back in the day, or DiMaggio, Mantle and Berra in the 40s/50s, if I could, I would be at game 5 of the 1996 World Series: Yankees 1 – Braves – 0. As a kid growing up in the 80s, I spent the majority of my childhood clinging to Yankees’ greatness of years (and decades) past.

    But that magical year…1996. After the first two games where the Braves destroyed them, and I couldn’t help but think how ridiculous that Braves’ team was and just knew that we were going to be destroyed. However, game 3 came along, Leyritz hit that home run, and the series was tied.

    Then game 5. A very, very, young Andy Pettitte (saw the replay on YES a few years ago, and man, does he look like he was about 12) pitched an absolute gem against Smoltz, starting the lore of his “playoff stopper” reputation, deserved or not. The win gave the Yankees the edge in the series, and they cashed in in the next game. That series was my vindication of suffering through a decade of garbage, where Don Mattingly was the only reason to tune in.

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