A League Of Their Own premiered on Amazon Prime on Friday, August 12, 2022 and my life has been a whirlwind ever since. Having gotten to go to Amazon’s premiere in Rockford and having gotten to talk to some of the creators, I knew this show was going to be special, but I really didn’t truly grasp how special until I got to see it in its entirety.
Now, for those of you who loved the original (who didn’t?), this isn’t that generation’s story at all. It dives into stories that couldn’t be told at the time the film was released in 1992, but don’t let anyone tell you it isn’t true. The International Women’s Baseball Center and the show’s researchers made sure these stories were based on authentic experiences, and, I think, that’s what makes it so amazing, as it tells stories we often don’t hear from a perspective that doesn’t always spell tragedy.
Michael Tika of WIFR sat down with me just before the premiere for this 815 Day spot.
Knowing this and wanting to commune with the queer community as I have for many other queer shows, I decided to host a Live Tweeting event on the day of the premiere, and it was unfathomable how great that turned out being. It led to an interview with a Rockford Sports Anchor that really seemed to understand the importance the show was going to have, and I got to see how people I have created community with online through other shows reacted to something so deeply personal to me. I mean, I have made my life as much about women’s baseball as I can.
Of course, that doesn’t mean everyone agrees with us that this is an authentic story, so there were plenty of trolls. And, in trying to help people know that ratings had been being tanked on purpose, I got my fair share of them too. And, I don’t deal with confrontation well, but I think I did the best that I could, and actively tried not to engage.
I was quite proud of this one, because it meant I wasn’t engaging with people unwilling to listen.
Finally, the experience made me feel seen in a very special way. I knew there would be celebrations of queer and Black stories, but I wasn’t expecting the queer Black stories that we got, and I definitely wasn’t expecting a transmasc character living his best life in the 1940s. Seeing that really helped me feel more confident about my decisions to live more authentically as myself in recent years, and I really hope we get to see this story play out more. I know the International Women’s Baseball Center, and myself, will do all that we can to further support the beautiful stories that many of us never thought we’d see play out on a screen.
It is not very often when you end up being excited that your original plans for a long weekend get changed, but I can honestly say that my trip to Rockford to celebrate the 30th anniversary of the 1992 release of the film A League Of Their Own was definitely one of those times, with a weekend full of activities, good people, once-in-a-lifetime opportunities, and, of course, women’s baseball.
A League Of Their Own released on July 1, 1992 and introduced the world at large to professional women’s baseball and the All American Girls Professional Baseball League. It also ended up putting Rockford, Illinois “on the map” in the baseball community, although the city has a long, proud history of baseball in its community. Therefore, when my July 4 plans fell through, it was no question about what I was going to do that weekend and quickly changed gears to join my colleagues at the International Women’s Baseball Center on putting on a magnificent event and enjoying some quality time with the community.
Friday, July 1
On the actual anniversary, there were two simultaneous events going on. I attended Friday Night Flix, an event put on in Davis Park by the Historic Coronado Theater, which was showing the original movie with several events for the kids. Representing the IWBC, I handed out special pennants to celebrate while getting to know the Chicago Blitz who were sat up next to me. The Chicago Blitz is a professional women’s football team that is hoping to make their home in Rockford, and they had a lot of fun showing kids how to run some drills.
Chicago Blitz helping young girls run through football drills.
Across the river from us, City Market full swing and leading up to the IWBC’s main event for the evening. City Market is a Friday evening event in the community, and the IWBC’s brand, SPoRT Makeup & SPoRT Apparel sets up weekly. This evening, though, it was all about the anniversary and it was right outside the fundraising event Sudz Bucket, also in honor of the movie. This event had players from the original League, Rockford bat girls, Megan Cavanaugh (who played Marla Hooch in the original movie), and tons of entertainment.
My evening ended with a late dinner with a few of the IWBC people, with a long Saturday planned ahead.
Saturday, July 2
While Friday had a light schedule, Saturday was packed full, from two events at Historic Beyer Stadium to an evening with Prime Video to premiere the pilot episode of their new show A League Of Their Own to introduce Rockford to a new generation (keep an eye out for this hitting Prime on August 12).
MLB Play Ball Staff, Maybelle Blair (AAGPBL player), and Megan Cavanaugh addressing the children of Rockford that came out to Historic Beyer Stadium for the event Saturday.
We started our morning early at Beyer to set up for MLB’s Play Ball event, which brought in approximately 125 kids to work on their baseball skills. Then, we ended our day at Beyer with a midday softball game and a group of food trucks outside the stadium to uplift the local eateries in Rockford. I got the honor of driving around several of our VIPs while there and getting introduced to new people from the Rockford community. Here I also ran into people I haven’t seen in years, and spent my afternoon catching up with them (instead of resting up for the long evening ahead).
Dr. Greta Rensenbrink, Dr. Kat Williams (IWBC President), and I on Prime Video’s “green carpet” for the Coronado Theater Premiere.
Saturday evening, Prime Video put on a street fair outside the Historic Coronado Theater to encourage the community to come check out the new show, which also premiered there. During this time, a small VIP event was also put on at the Coronado, where I was introduced to several community leaders in Rockford. As one of the newest Board Directors for the IWBC, I had heard about many of these people, but it was the first time I had gotten to meet many of them.The fair and showing was then followed by a sit down with the cast and creators, hosted by Megan Cavanagh. It was an experience to remember and I appreciate all the effort that went into planning it. I then got another amazing opportunity and ended my evening having wonderful conversations deep into the early morning with many of the Amazon people that were in Rockford for the event.
D’Arcy Carden, Chanté Adams, Abbi Jacobson, me, and Megan Cavanaugh after the Prime Video Premiere. Carden, Adams, and Jacobson are the main cast of the new show, and Megan was Marla Hooch in the original film.(Photo Credit: D’Arcy Carden)
Sunday, July 3
Unfortunately, all good things come to an end, and, after a late morning and brunch with some colleagues, I had to make the drive home. It reminded me of why working with the International Women’s Baseball Center is such a blessing and why it’s always hard to return. Have you ever come home from “coming home”? I am not from Rockford, or even Illinois, originally, but the community that I have gotten to interact with and the colleagues that I get to work with have always accepted me for exactly who I am. I haven’t been to Rockford since 2019 due to the last few years of chaos, and getting to see these people, catch up, enjoy baseball, and interact with so many in the community, it reminded me that I have always had a home there. So, until I get to come home again, Rockford, know that I’m thinking of you and all my wonderful, supportive, baseball family.
My final trip of that summer would not be to a Major League Baseball game or stadium, but to South Bend, Indiana where I would be meeting up with my friends from the All American Girls Professional Baseball League Players Association. They hold an annual reunion (and have since the 1980s) for the players and associate members to gather and catch up. I had first gone in 2013 to their Chicago event, right after I had begun researching women’s baseball, and went again in 2014 to their Albuquerque event. Unfortunately, I have not been able to make it to another reunion since the 2015 one, but I do hope to go again one day. We are losing these wonderful women so quickly and I want to soak in their beautiful energy as much as I can.
This South Bend trip introduced me to a good friend and colleague, Ryan Woodward, who will tell our meet cute as the funny incident that it was. Following my trip to Detroit with my friend Carol, I had borrowed a book on Dachau to read before meeting up with her again in South Bend. I had found her at the hotel we were staying in with many of the other attendees in a conference room meant for us to relax, which is where Ryan had been sitting and taking in the ruckus of his first reunion. I mentioned my appreciation for the book, returned it to Carol, and made a comment about being glad to see her again. And, well, the Holocaust perked his interest and he started up a conversation that would last several hours and create a bond we still share. Horror movies, women’s baseball, and a love for history are some strong indicators of lifelong friendship and this is one of my favorite memories from that week.
The week also led to a minor league game watched from the boxes, a lot of time with some great ballplayers, and some shenanigans with other associate members that I wish I could spend more time with. Then, at the end of our time, I tipped my hat (metaphorically) to my friends and made the long drive back home to celebrate my sister’s birthday. Just a few weeks later, I would start graduate school and begin an entirely new path with a summer of memories that I think back on fondly to this day.
I would come home from Detroit, rest a few days, and get ready for one of my last trips of the summer. This trip to Boston was supposed to be a “Girls’ Trip” with both my sister and my mother while my little brother was away at Band Camp and they were free, but my sister couldn’t go with us last minute. So, my mother and I took off for Boston for a trip with just us, one of our firsts since I had become an adult.
As to not make this trip all about baseball, because I had never been to Massachusetts and my mom has other interests (though, let’s be honest, a just baseball trip is always valid), we planned to stay in Salem and also check out Gloucester while we were there.
Regardless, our first day called for a trip into Boston, where we would walk almost the entire Freedom Trail and my mother would question her sanity for going to such an historical place with someone like me. I didn’t take a guided tour, but I know my mom felt like I was leading one with some of the commentary I made.
Once we completed that portion of the day, we headed toward Fenway Park via the Cheers Bar (and detoured by a fire in the underground) for what is still the worst game of baseball I have ever witnessed. Mom and I still laugh when the anniversary of this game comes up because her Facebook reminds her that she made an attempt to “live tweet” the game to her Facebook. Still, we got to see Big Papi hit a homerun in his last season and sat right next to the Big Green Monster.
Photo Credit: Lori Haines
Our next day saw us to Gloucester for mom’s request of the trip: whale watching. Though, don’t be deterred, I made her do so much more than that. We checked out a local castle and I climbed up to the Massachusetts Bay Colony plaque before our sea adventure. We did see plenty of whales though, even if I am not a fan of the water. And, we ended our day with mom’s only other request of the trip: fresh lobster. Let’s be honest, we had lobster for lunch that day too.
Our last day in the area was all Salem though. Another day of history, though some mom could get much more behind. We took trolly tours, checked out two of the witch museums, and indulged in a maritime museum that featured pirates. We had a Thanksgiving dinner for lunch from a local restaurant and then checked out some cemeteries in the area (a favorite place of mine). Then, as evening dawned, we headed back to Salem proper for a ghost tour. The next morning, we packed up camp and I bid farewell to Major League Baseball for the summer.
My Cincinnati experience wasn’t one of a game, but it was unforgettable nonetheless. Having attended my favorite baseball game to date at Great American Ballpark the year before, I headed to Cinci to work 2015 Fan Fest for the All-Star Game. I stayed with a friend from college and got some much needed time with her while also getting to enjoy a few days of hard work helping out the All American Girls Professional Baseball League Players Association with their booth.
Photo Credit: Carol Sheldon.
I had a lot of fun conversations and even got to meet Tony LaRosa, who had been inducted into the Hall of Fame the previous year. While I checked out Fan Fest in my later days, most of my time was spent working and trying to wrap my head around actually being at this event.
Detroit
Then, I headed to Michigan for the first time in my life. Again, I stayed with a friend and we enjoyed some time in the Royal Oak area before our trip to Comerica. We checked out the Detroit Zoo, she showed me around the city, and she even let me do some research with her personal collection of women’s baseball documents.
Photo Credit: Carol Sheldon.
The game we went to were the best seats I had all summer, because she holds season tickets, and I remember that the night was a “cowboy” night with the Tigers, but the game itself wasn’t too memorable. I remember my return to Comerica, the summer I moved up there, she took me to a Blue Jays game which I appreciated much more. I actually like the feel of Comerica, for it being a modern park, and have been several times in the years I’ve lived in the area.
Carol getting a hit during the vintage game I watched.
Before returning home, I caught a couple of games of vintage women’s baseball, which was a cool experience. My friend played for a local team and she invited me to check it out before I left town.
Following a refuel at home, I would continue on to spend my next trip with family again. I would head to Wheeling, West Virginia, where my sister was living at the time, to take in a few games with her and her boyfriend.
We would go on two day trips, one up to Pittsburgh to see PNC for the umpteenth time, and one over to Cleveland to watch my sister’s boyfriend’s team. While my sister isn’t a huge sports fan, she has always stayed in enough of the know to understand what is going on in her loved one’s sports worlds, so I always appreciate some time to do these types of things with her. Though, she’ll be the first to tell you that what the two of us really need is just more time to watch figure skating together, a sport we know very similar amounts of information about, regardless of how terrible we both are on ice skates.
I don’t remember much from either of these trips other than a lot of laughter and some much needed time with my sister. There was a festival going on in Pittsburgh the day we went up, so I remember wandering around PNC before the game, but many of my experiences with the Pirates run together, as it was the closest team to us growing up.
The Cleveland game was a bit different, especially since her boyfriend was an Indians fan. (I’m guessing he probably still roots for the Guardians, but they haven’t been together in some time.) He was capable of telling us some things about the stadium and I remember they played the Houston Astros, who would become my sister’s team in later years. I also always look on to the pictures we have of my sister and I on that trip in fondness. Now, if only the games themselves had been memorable.
I would head down to Florida and Georgia for my only solo trip of the season. Stopping in South Carolina (because my mom was nice enough to get me a hotel), I made the two-day trip pretty easily, making it to St. Petersburg much earlier than I had anticipated.
St. Petersburg
I decided that I wanted to catch an extra game with the Blue Jays in town and unexpected extra time, so I set up camp and headed to Tropicana Field. I had been there a few years prior when my Alma Mater, Marshall University won the Beef O’Brady’s Bowl in 2011 (I was part of the band that year), but this would be my first baseball experience in the stadium.
These Blue Jays games were a must on my trip, and catching the extra game led to one of my most exciting games of the trip. The first game was almost a perfect game! We made it 8 ⅔ innings of a perfect game and Josh Donaldson would make a multi-week Top 10 catch in the later innings that I truly had to see to believe. Have you ever seen a player from the opposing team make it about 10 rows back on the baseline and still come up with the ball? It was a great catch, and I got to see it in-person!
Unfortunately, the game happened during a relatively bad storm. So, while I was safe in an enclosed stadium, my tent and camp were getting pummeled. I’d come back to find my tent in an inland lake that evening and sleep in my car for the night while I waited for my tent to dry out. The next day, I spent at camp relaxing and reading. I swear to this day that I saw sharks in the inlet that I was camping on. The Blue Jays pulled out a win in the second game I attended too, and then I was off to Miami.
Miami
My time in Miami was spent with a friend in the West Palm Beach area, who was staying with her aunt for an internship that summer. My first night in town we went out to dinner on the water and then headed to a local saloon to go line dancing. I drove into Miami the next evening for a late game.
Marlins Park would be the only other game I left early that season, though it isn’t like I didn’t get a full ballgame’s worth of baseball in the time I was there. I went into Miami alone, and I had never been before, so I think that the crowds got to my constant anxiety, but I tried to have a good time regardless. When the Dodgers were up 11-2 at the end of the first and I couldn’t ignore how comfortable I was feeling any longer, I headed back to my friend’s house. A storm that evening knocked out the power, so maybe it was a good thing that I left the game early and got back to the house safe.
The next morning I began my trek to Atlanta with an extra day built in. I drove my friend to the Lake Placid, Florida area for a weekend with her family before going on into Georgia. There, I would stay a day at a random campsite and just relax before making my way closer to Atlanta.
Atlanta
I watched my game in Atlanta during the final year of Turner Field. As a person whose family were Braves fans when they were younger, I am grateful to have gotten to attend at this stadium. In fact, all the players I associate with the Braves had long since retired by the time I made my first trip to Atlanta. Most of their numbers lined the stadium by then, in their honor.
I largely took Atlanta as rest time, so I didn’t actually go into the city, just to the ballgame. Still, I got some great shots of the skyline and got to see the 1996 Olympic torch setup. Then, early the next morning I headed toward Myrtle Beach to meet up with my family.
Myrtle Beach
This trip was the last time I was at Myrtle. Though, it has come up as a potential vacation a few times now since then. This is where my family vacationed when we had the chance when we were kids, as it’s a popular spot for West Virginia families. Still, this was the first time I had stayed in a hotel for this type of trip.
There was no baseball for this portion of the trip, but plenty of family time and mini golfing, two things our family still tries to do as often as possible. We had planned on a trip to the amusement park across the street from the hotel on my last night, but a big storm knocked those plans out. I did get a nice sunrise one morning though, which is something I always try to get when I’m on the east coast.
My next trip, sans best friend, gave me the pleasure of introducing my little brother to one of my favorite U.S. cities, New York. We would actually go back not long after for a trip that would include things he was much more interested in, as he is not exactly an avid baseball fan. I wanted to make the trip worthwhile for him though, so much of our time in the city, sans the ball games, was much of what he wanted to do. Although, we were very cognizant of the fact that we didn’t have a lot of time, with only two days in the city, and two evening ball games to attend.
New York Mets
We camped outside of the city, in the Delaware Water Gap, and left for the city extremely early our first full day. Knowing we wanted to visit Coney Island, we made our way there first, finding a great parking option for our second day. It was definitely an eventful morning, too, and is a constant story that our family tells about giving my mother a good scare when her children are in a place without her (He was 16 at the time, so it was one of the first overnight experiences he had been allowed in a place she wasn’t familiar).
In our first few hours in New York, we made an attempt to ride all the coasters in Coney Island. On our final trip, my brother lost both his phone and his wallet, making it possible that our trip was ruined even before it began. Thankfully, we were able to find the entire contents of his wallet, including the cash he was keeping for me, but we never found his phone. Unfortunately, when we called my mother to let her know we were down a phone, the ever-present sirens in New York were blaring right by us.
We took the subway up into Manhattan after that, and walked around for the majority of the day, before making our way to Citi Field. It was another Blue Jays match up, which led to an extremely late night in the city.
New York Yankees
The next morning, we headed back into the city for more genuine sightseeing. We headed towards the World Trade Center Fountains, which had opened just a few summers before. While we didn’t have time for the museum, we would hit it up the next time we were in the city. Then, we headed to Ellis Island. Unfortunately, many of the artifacts from the Island were not on display due to the conservation efforts following Hurricane Sandy a few years before, but we still enjoyed our trip.
We headed toward Yankee Stadium for the evening game against the Marlins. This would be one of only two games that season that I left early. I am not often one to leave a game before completion, but the travel and days running around had gotten to us, and we didn’t have a horse in the race. With an early morning to head to Philadelphia, we decided it was a smart move.
Philadelphia Phillies
Citizens Bank Park was our first stop the next day for an afternoon game against the Orioles. We enjoyed pointing out how it seemed there was more support for Baltimore than Philadelphia, even being a mid-week afternoon game. Then, we headed for the couple of big tourist spaces in the city. We had been to Philadelphia a few years prior, but only for an international soccer match, so it wasn’t a city either of us were familiar with.
We visited Independence Hall, walked around the area a bit, and gazed at the Liberty Bell through its protective glass. Following this brief foray into the city, we headed toward our campsite, in a little place called Kennett’s Square. We enjoyed a nice evening out in the small town and learned of their Mushroom Festival. Unfortunately, I have not been able to make it back for the festival, even though I have always wanted to.
This night at camp would prove to be one of our scariest, and we were extremely fortunate as a flash flood could have gotten us. Instead of leaving at a decent hour the next morning, we actually packed up camp in the middle of the night and headed back to home base. Getting out of Kennett’s Square proved to be difficult in parts, but it was a learning experience that has helped me in other situations later in life.
We headed out for our second trip, and the last one Ross would join me on, for his first trip into Canada. We had plans for the Women’s World Cup in Ottawa, a quick stop to see Niagara Falls, and then off to Toronto to enjoy some time and to allow me to finally come home. I had not been back to Canada since 2006, which was my origin story as a Blue Jays fan. Back then, the stadium was still the Skydome, not Rogers Centre, and there was no chance that Toronto would have gone as deep as they would end up going into the playoffs in 2015.
Observation Tower at Thousand Islands
So, we headed from homebase directly north and crossed into Canada at Thousand Islands, where we stopped to take in the views before heading on our way to Ottawa, where our campsite directed us to a beautiful pub on the water before we went to spend our time with the Women’s World Cup.
World Cup
We actually ended up in Ottawa twice, with our trips to Niagara and Canada in between the sets of group play in the Ottawa stadium that year. We watched all the matches for the group there: Norway, Thailand, Germany, and Côte d’Ivoire. It was Côte d’Ivoire’s débutant (first) appearance and a dominant display by Germany, but we enjoyed every moment. We experienced a double hat trick in one match and found a pub just outside the stadium that we enjoyed much of our downtime.
After the matches, we walked through Ottawa, often searching for important buildings, like the ministries of the national government, and even came across embassy row, which is always a fun place to be during an international event.
Niagara Falls
The trip to Niagara was extremely short, just long enough for my best friend to get his feel. It was a very nice day though, which I can’t say about the last time I visited (taking my mother for the first time in 2019). We got some good shots on this little detour and made the rest of the way to Toronto.
Toronto
Toronto was also relatively short, before we made our way back to Ottawa for our final matches. We did spend a good deal of time at the Hockey Hall of Fame, my best friend convinced me to do the CN Tower again (I have gone up the tower 3 times now, and it never gets any easier), and we returned to my baseball mecca.
The most notable part of the game was actually the group of guys in front of us getting kicked out late in the game. It had clearly been a guys’ night and they showed up pretty rowdy, but it would take a while before they got out of hand. While they didn’t end up disturbing us much (aside from their yelling), likely because we were behind them, it is, to this day, still the only time I’ve seen fans ejected from a game in-person.
Once we returned to Ottawa for our last few matches, we made our trip back to home base, where I had to bid my best friend adieu but, thankfully, got to continue my travels.
Following our time in Chicago, we finished our trip by heading up north the Minneapolis and then making our way back home to West Virginia from there. With this, we experienced our first Blue Jays game of the season (my favorite team) and some of the worst days of our trips. I did learn that planning to camp, even at the end of May, up north always comes with the price of potential freezing.
Minnesota Twins
We arrived in the Minneapolis-St. Paul area in time to set up camp and plan our route for our first full day in the area, which would take us to the Mall of America for some exploration. We were quite disappointed in the visual representation of the downfall of malls once there, but we did enjoy ourselves with the rollercoasters, Lego store, Peeps store, and Ross’s first experience with Bubba Gump’s!
The next day we made no plans other than the 7pm ballgame, so we took our time making it into town. Unfortunately, our plan to just mosey around town until game time was literally rained on. While we still took in the sights, being sure to walk out to the U.S. Bank Stadium construction (home of the Minnesota Vikings) and catching some time with the Mississippi River, we actually did some bar hopping and ran into other baseball fans.
Minneapolis and my best friend would introduce me to poutine, which we would eat even more of in Canada a few weeks later, and I would grow to have an affinity for. We headed to the ballpark around the times gate opened and were reminded of the reason we often don’t take in sporting events together: we were greeted by a rain delay. My best friend and I are notorious for bad luck at sporting events, to the point that we actively did not attend the best season of college football our university’s team had seen in decades so that they could possibly pull of a perfect season (They would lose in their final game 66-67 in double overtime, but it was a wild season!)
The game did eventually get underway, though. And, while we froze on the top row of the ballpark, where the rain and wind constantly hit us. We got to watch 5 innings of baseball where the Blue Jays won and the game got called as a full game. On our train ride back to camp, we met some lovely, fellow Blue Jays fans and had some great conversations about how a person from West Virginia even becomes a Toronto Blue Jays fan.
Milwaukee Brewers
We experienced yet another cold day in Milwaukee as we went to catch the Brewers at Miller Park, but were thankful for an enclosed stadium. After several successful entrances to other ballparks, I did finally end up having my pepper spray confiscated here. (I took up carrying pepper spray that summer instead of my usual pocket knife to make access to games easier, but ventilation systems in enclosed stadiums have different rules.)
The Brewers game was, to this day, the weirdest game I’ve ever been to, only because it was the longest game I’ve ever attended. Ross discovered, and was quite put out, that concessions close during the ninth inning even if it is obvious the game will go into extra innings. We both discovered that the Milwaukee Brewers have a tendency to go for long games, as they were a part of the longest MLB game played in modern ball, with 25 innings being played over 2 days in 1984. In fact, the 1984 game actually ended in a tie after all that work.
We would only make it to 19 innings and it would be won by a walkoff by the Brewers, but, by that point, we just wanted the game to actually be the longest recorded, or to just end already. We had no horse in the race, as the Brewers were playing the Diamondbacks, and our travels were starting to catch up with us. To satisfy his hunger, we ended up eating at a restaurant in the stadium instead of finding somewhere else, and got to watch the ground crews in maintenance mode while we ate. We, sadly, ended that day sleeping in my car, because it got too cold to stay in my tent.
Cincinnati Reds
Originally, I had thought that I went to Great American Ballpark in 2015, but I was mistaken. I did try to get shots of it as we drove through the area on my way back home, but they didn’t turn out. I would return to CIncinnati for the All-Star game that year, but I would only be working at FanFest, as I can’t afford tickets like those.
Still, one of my favorite baseball games took place at Great American. It was 2014 and it was the first time I had seen the Blue Jays play in-person since the first time I saw them in Toronto in 2006. After the second inning, I was a bit down, as the Blue Jays were losing 9-0 to the home team. But, I got to see an amazing thing that reminds me why the Blue Jays should never be counted out. The Jays tied the game in the top of the ninth and took it to the tenth, where they were capable of pulling out a win 14-9. It still, to this day, brought me one of my favorite ballpark pictures and baseball game memories.
Raven K 