Before I start let me warn you I will get nostalgic, so if that bothers you or makes you feel old don’t say I didn’t warn you.
As I sat in Right Field section 237 everything about the Big A felt normal. Then and here is where it starts, the “Calling all Angels” video montage started playing on the Jumbotron (this always brings a tear to my eye….okay both eyes) usually I hold my emotions and recoop but this night it was different. I looked over to my family and it hit me, memories of being at the Big A with my family, watching the guys that flashed on that montage right there on that very field, a lot has changed throughout the years at the Big A but on this night a lot was very familiar. Something felt so similar this night, I hate to sound cliché but I felt something special might happen.
I have been to my fair share of “special games” ’89 All Star Game, Game 5 2002 ALCS, Games 6 &7 of the World Series, etc. etc. So you may be asking yourself “how does a game on May 5th 2015 compare to any of those special games?” There are games that although may not have much big game baseball significance like a World Series or playoff game, they hold a special place in your heart, they stand out.
Here is where I get really nostalgic. The day was Saturday July 31st 1993, the Big A for that era had a pretty good crowd for a Saturday night about 29,000 give or take a few. Two teams who at that point of the ’93 season had been mediocre, the Angels lineup was far from star studded, guys like Torey Lovullo, Ty Van Burkleo and Gregg Myers. Their opponent the Twins had a few household names, Kirby Puckett, Dave Winfield and Chuck Knoblouch. So without making this longer then it has to be the game was rather boring. The Twins jumped out to an early 3-0 lead and by the bottom of the 9th the Twins held a 3-2 lead.
Fast forward to May 5th 2015, let me remind you earlier that night I was feeling a bit nostalgic, remembering the times spent at that very stadium with Mom and Pops and Big Brother, remembering how the Big A use to be, completely covered, with the old press box on the top level on the third base side and the orange seats….ahh the orange seats. So with all that running through my head I look over to my 10 year old boy, very excited and into the game reminding me of myself at that age very into the game and not easily distracted. Then it happened down 4-2 bottom of the 8th the Halos make a comeback tied 4-4 headed to the bottom of the 9th. Now we all know what happens next, a Rookie a kid not known by many cracks one to left over the wall game over Angels win, I look over to my 10 year old jumping and screaming at the top of his lungs. At that moment I was taken back to that night on July 31st 1993, Rick Aguilera on the mound Tim Salmon on second base, and a kid not known by many cracks one over the wall game over Angels win, I was jumping and screaming at the top of my lungs. So just like I said special to me……… I will never forget Eduardo Perez, I hope one day my 10 year old will never forget Carlos Perez.