The World Series started yesterday down the street from me and my favorite pitcher (Justin Verlander) was pitching. I knew tickets were going for insane prices, but I also knew that there was a dip in prices shortly before the game started. And so, I bought a ticket for a 5:07 pmstart at 4:35 pm, printed out the ticket and ran to the stadium — literally. Actually, I didn’t run straight there. I stopped off at home and grabbed my camera first… and then continued running, Forrest Gump style. I made it into the stadium just as the Star Spangled Banner was being played and made it to my (upper upper deck) seat just in time for the first pitch.
Now, I primarily decided to go to this game to see Verlander. I even had my Tigers shirt on. Unfortunately, dominant JV did not show up. He gave up a solo homerun to the third batter, Pablo Sandoval… which would be the first of three homeruns for the Kung Fu Panda, putting him in a class with Babe Ruth, Reggie Jackson, and Albert Pujols. Verlander settled down after that initial run and it looked like he might be his usual self, but then Angel Pagan’s double in the third with two outs happened and everything unraveled for the Tigers.
Now, to call Pagan’s hit a double was generous. It looked initially like a routine grounder to third that might go foul. But Miguel Cabrera was playing deep and just before it looked like he was going to field the ball, the ball bounced of the base, took a crazy hop, and wound up past Cabrera in left field. By the time Delmon Young recovered it, Pagan was on second. Marco Scutaro followed with a single that scored Angel and then the Tigers pitching coach went out for the most ineffective mound meeting ever. The next batter? Pablo Sandoval, who hit his second homerun of the game. It was really hard to keep rooting for the Tigers at this point, because the Giants fans were so excited. (But I should note that at no point were the San Francisco fans even remotely as excited as the Oakland fans in the ALDS a few weeks ago.)
Once Verlander was pulled after the 4th, I zipped up my jacket and covered up my Detroit allegiances. When the Panda hit his third homerun of the game, I was cheering right alongside the rest of the Giants fans. After all, I was seeing history.
Game 2 is happening right now. I thought briefly (not really) about going again, but StubHub tickets were more than double what they were yesterday, with no pre-game dip. And so, I’m listening to Game 2 on the radio in the office instead of being at the stadium. But I was there last night, so I can check “Attend World Series game” off the bucket list.
Pictures after the jump…
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