20DodgerMiracle24
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Post by 20DodgerMiracle24 on Apr 1, 2018 4:43:32 GMT
For me, it was September 1971, I was 12 and my dad took me to a game against the Gnats. I wanted to see Willie Mays, and he played allright, but he walked his first two times up and was later replaced in CF. Steve Garvey homered and Don Sutton beat John Cumberland 5-2. I really don't remember anything else about the game.
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Post by Bklyn_LA on Apr 1, 2018 17:08:00 GMT
My First Dodger game - Well, Out of school and Staying with my relatives in Brooklyn for the summer 1948 July 2 a night game at Ebbets field playing the Giants one of my favorite Dodgers was on the mound Preacher Roe, who pitched seven innings that night, against Andy Hansen and the Preacher was leading.
Although, Jackie and Pee Wee drove in runs (Billy Cox and Campy) as I remember, it was The Big Cat Johnny Mize knocking in the wining run off of the Dodger's Joe Hatten then the Giants (who can't think of his name right now)hit a home run. Carl Furillo made the last out:(
...but I was hooked even more on baseball ever since!
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Post by Blunashun on Apr 1, 2018 18:23:44 GMT
Tommy Lasorda fondled me.
Seriously, the first one I recall vividly was 1966. The Dodgers got swept by the Orioles in the World Series. Willie Davis just had an atrocious Series. Three little boys were waiting with autograph books open. Davis brushed past us. Guess he didn't want to deal with the public. Dad (this is why I'll always love him) went & got Davis.
"Right now you're name is mud with a lot of Dodger fans. There are three little boys back there who still idolize you though."
Willie came back & signed all our books.
It was sad to hear 3-Dog died all alone in the Valley.
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Post by jrgreene6 on Apr 1, 2018 18:39:03 GMT
Been so long, I can’t even remember the year, but I’m gonna say ‘74 or ‘75 in SoCal with the grandparents who lived LARGE in Escondido. Went to three games against the rival Reds in San Diego (I think the Reds swept the lowly Pads).
From there, a trip up north to Disneyland and an Angels game. And since we were so close, knowing what a big baseball nut I was and with the Reds pulling into town, a couple of games at Chavez Ravine. The Reds were nothing but a memory after that.
GO DODGERS!!!
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Post by 20DodgerMiracle24 on Apr 1, 2018 20:57:04 GMT
Tommy Lasorda fondled me. Seriously, the first one I recall vividly was 1966. The Dodgers got swept by the Orioles in the World Series. Willie Davis just had an atrocious Series. Three little boys were waiting with autograph books open. Davis brushed past us. Guess he didn't want to deal with the public. Dad (this is why I'll always love him) went & got Davis. "Right now you're name is mud with a lot of Dodger fans. There are three little boys back there who still idolize you though." Willie came back & signed all our books. It was sad to hear 3-Dog died all alone in the Valley. Wow what a man your dad was! |
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Post by Blunashun on Apr 1, 2018 22:16:20 GMT
Classy of Davis too.
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Post by 88bulldog on Apr 2, 2018 1:03:18 GMT
Doug Rau pitching in the rain at shea stadium.
Awesome.
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Post by rpoz11 on Apr 2, 2018 5:30:11 GMT
I was a kid, maybe 6-8 years old.
My dad used to take me angles games every weekend.
One weekend, his friend got tix to a Dodger game and we all went.
My Father hated the place.
I instantly fell in Love with Chavez Ravine.
I can't recall who played but I never forgot that first experience.
Been a Dodger fan since 1983 and can PROUDLY state that I've never regretted it.
GO BLUE
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Post by bleedblue32 on Apr 3, 2018 17:40:00 GMT
It's October 1955, I'm 9 years old, played punch-ball in the street but really thought baseball on TV was boring.
My friend Gerry invited me over to his grandfather's house to watch the Dodgers/Yankees world Series game. Gerry was a Yankee fan so
I rooted for the Yanks just to appease him. His grand-dad was a Dodger fan sitting in his rocker with the N.Y Times in front of the TV.
Every time a Yank got a hit, I cheered rather loudly and clapped. Gerry nudged me with his elbow and whispered in my ear not to
cheer so loudly because he didn't want his grand-dad to get irritated.
This remark diverted my attention to Gerry's grandfather. I noticed that when the Dodgers batted he would watch the TV.
However, when the Yanks batted, the N.Y Times came up to block his vision from the set. This went on after every inning.
As the game went on I assumed that the Dodgers were losing because his face seemed sadder by the minute.
I started to feel sorry for the old guy and secretly (didn't want to upset Gerry) started rooting for the Dodgers.
By the middle of the game Gerry wanted to go outside to play. (guess he got bored watching baseball on TV).
I kept thinking about his sad grandfather and so I followed the rest of the Series on my own rooting for the Dodgers.
I remember running home from school to catch Johnny Podres getting the final three outs to win the series. That made me a Dodger Fan for Life.
I spotted Gerry's grand-dad in his garden a few days later and yelled "HEY WE WON".
He looked at me with a serious grumpy face and said "I thought you were a Yankee Fan".
I said I somehow changed my mind.... Oh I see ....he said.
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Post by clyde714 on Apr 3, 2018 18:20:17 GMT
Unfortunately I was was only ~4 years old when my Dad took the family to the Coliseum to see the Dodgers play. So, I remember pretty much nothing except there were a lot of people and it was hot! It wasn't until the team moved to Dodger Stadium in '62 do I have any memories that stick. From then until I moved to Texas in '82 I went to about 10-12 games/year, on average. Yep, my brothers and I were amongst the group of kids chasing the players in the mid-60's for autographs after the games, and yep, we occasionally got blown off, but most players signed. Those were exciting times!
Probably the most significant memory of that time period was Koufax's perfect game. No, we weren't at the game, but instead my Mom had taken us to a neighbor's house for a visit. She was inside chatting with the Mrs. while the rest of us were on the back patio listening to the game. That family's oldest son was ~15 years old at the time and a rapid Dodger fan. He was laying on a lounge chair under a blanket while the game was on - keep in mind it was September and hot outside - and when I asked him why he was under a blanket on a hot night, he said he couldn't change a thing - Koufax had a perfect game going! - and he didn't want to jinx it. After the last out we all jumped and screamed and made all kinds of racket, I'm sure we woke neighbors 5 houses over. What a great night that was...
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Post by Blunashun on Apr 3, 2018 18:47:57 GMT
"while the rest of us were on the back patio listening to the game."
Radio. I'm sure that all takes us back to an earlier time. Vin could paint a masterpiece on a blank canvas.
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Post by 88bulldog on Apr 3, 2018 18:59:43 GMT
For me, it was September 1971, I was 12 and my dad took me to a game against the Gnats. I wanted to see Willie Mays, and he played allright, but he walked his first two times up and was later replaced in CF. Steve Garvey homered and Don Sutton beat John Cumberland 5-2. I really don't remember anything else about the game. Wow, you're the same age as that other guy who who was a jailer at 12 years old in 1971.    Hard to forget your first dodger game, that's cool. |
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Post by jrgreene6 on Apr 3, 2018 20:02:37 GMT
"while the rest of us were on the back patio listening to the game." Radio. I'm sure that all takes us back to an earlier time. Vin could paint a masterpiece on a blank canvas. My maternal grandfather used to listen to EVERY Reds game on The Big One - 700 - WLW; my earliest memories were of Al Michaels and Joe Nuxhall. Al went on to bigger and better things and was replaced by Marty Brennaman who is doing limited broadcasts these days. The Old Lefthander (Nuxhall) passed away several years ago and was probably more known for his love of Budweisers (much like Harry Carey) than calling the came toward his last few years. We now have a variety of guys in the booth for both TV and radio, including Marty's son Thom, George Grande, former players Chris Welsh and Jeff Brantley (who is about as interesting as watching paint dry!) GO DODGERS!!! |
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Post by clyde714 on Apr 3, 2018 22:32:21 GMT
"while the rest of us were on the back patio listening to the game." Radio. I'm sure that all takes us back to an earlier time. Vin could paint a masterpiece on a blank canvas. OMG, did he ever! The suspense leading up to the final out in a perfect game is almost unbearable, especially to a 10 year-old kid who has never heard one played before. And with Vin painting that masterpiece, it was oh-so-much better! I know it sounds like a cliche, but with Vin at the mic, you could "see" the game being played. It was always magic... |
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Post by Bklyn_LA on Apr 4, 2018 15:14:07 GMT
"while the rest of us were on the back patio listening to the game." Radio. I'm sure that all takes us back to an earlier time. Vin could paint a masterpiece on a blank canvas. Yes...I remember cutting the grass listing to pocket transistor, many a time, as it made that chore a little less mundane. |
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