Last year a good friend and I were lucky enough to score AMAZING tickets to the Indians home opener vs. the Twins. I had never been to a home opener, and I have to say that feeling is different than any other game of the year. It is now my goal to make it to Cleveland for every home opener regardless of my geographic location. However, just one year after I set my goal, Mother Nature (or as I like to call her, Mother Nay) decided to test my dedication. The same friend and I got our tickets the day they came out and for months we had a countdown until Opening Day. We couldn't have been more excited...and then the day came.
Good Friday, 2007. You have undoubtedly heard the story of Cleveland's home opener by now...snow, blizzard, 20 degree temperatures...you get the picture. Earlier that week my friend and I decided we were going to be there no matter what, so when the day came we bundled up and took off. When I say we bundled up, I mean I had 3 pairs of pants, 2 pairs of socks and 1 pair of oober warm boots on. On top, I had a tank top, underarmer, long sleeve shirt, long sleeve t-shirt, long underwear, t-shirt, crew neck sweatshirt, hooded sweatshirt and a winter jacket on. We were soooooooo sure the cold wasn't going to get us. We got within 5 minutes of the stadium and we realized how wrong we were. It was that good ol' Lake Erie wind that chills your bones. So the game was delayed literally seconds after we got into the park so we were forced to wait it out in the cold. Finally play began and after 4 hours of frigid stop and go action, the Tribe was leading in the top of the 5th with 2 outs and a 1-2 count on the Mariners batter. Then that blasted Mike Hargrove comes flying out of his dugout. Why the ump didn't toss his ass back in the dugout and get that one pitch is beyond be and the other 30,000+ people in attendance, but Hargrove successfully stalled the game. So finally after another 1.5 hours of sitting in the women's bathroom waiting for play to resume (there was no way we were leaving) the game was called. I wish I were kidding about this next part but I'm not: the field looked better minutes after they called the game than it did the whole time the team was playing.
Regardless of how cold it was or the fact that I nearly got frost bite on my nose, the game was 200% worth going to see. It will become one of those that people will ask if you were there for years to come and I can proudly say that I was there!!