Ok, so I wasn't there when Barry Bonds broke the home-run record. I wasn't there when Cal Ripken passed Lou Gehrig in most consecutive games played (although I saw both on television as they happened) and the piece of history I witnessed is not nearly as glamorous as either of those two events. However, I was there tonight. I can already hear the wheels turning. "What the heck happened tonight?" asks the die-hard baseball fan who happened upon my article. Tonight was the first time in MLB history that an instant replay was used to review a home-run call.
The reader must now forgive me, for I am about to tell a little story that has no real meaning to anyone but me other than that it is just kind of a cool little story. I promise I will return to the point of the article after I set up the scene as it was for me. I arrive at Tropicana Field on the evening of Wednesday, September 3rd 2008 at 4:15 PM. Seasoned baseball fans may wonder why I got there so early for a game that started three hours later. Well, my cousin's son (my second cousin) plays in the Largo, Florida high school marching band and the boosters run a concession booth at Tropicana for profits for the band. I offered to help them tonight since I was free. I finish my volunteer duty and around the beginning of the 8th inning, we shut down shop. This allows me the opportunity to go catch a bit of the game. I am excited because I was born and raised in New York State, have been a die hard Yankees fan my entire life, and they just happen to be playing the Rays this evening. Here I stand, my first time at Tropicana Field (which is a very impressive place for a game I might add) watching my favorite team play out the last two innings of what would turn out to be a winning game. As I stand there talking baseball with a St. Petersburg police officer working security, he mentions to me that I could get in trouble standing in the entry way and he isn't allowed to let me stand there anyhow. I apologize to him and, before I can turn to go, he points to a seat and says, "you can sit here if you want to watch the rest of the game though. It is a reserved seat, the man isn't here, and this is my area for security." He was indicating, of course, that I would not get in trouble since he would be the one reprimanding me if anyone would. I smile and thank him as I happily sit myself down to watch the rest of the game unfold.
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