I was never a good baseball player as a kid.
My best friend threw a no-hitter when we were young, but I was just a little guy who couldn’t hit, couldn’t throw and went to the plate hoping to draw a walk and steal a bag.
I was a one-and-a-half-tool player: I could catch the ball and I could kind of run. That’s all I was bringing to the table.
None of which matters today.
This morning I played the best baseball game of my life, and I played it at Fenway Park. In the New York media’s 20-3 win against Boston, I was 1-for-2 with a walk and a two-run, inside-the-park home run that I’m told was the first in the history of the media game. And it was legitimate. No errors. I went the other way, got the ball into the right-field corner and ran. My teammate and blogmate Sam Borden was the third-base coach who waved me home.
If this post reads as if I’m excited … well … I am. I made a few plays at second base that I’m happy about as well. My little sister lives in Boston and came to watch the game. She declared it the greatest athletic achievement of my life.
It was a good day all-around for the New York boys. Sam started in right field, had a hit and scored a run. Pete Caldera tripled, Tyler Kepner got the win after five strong innings and Bryan Hoch closed it out with a scoreless sixth.* At that point we had run out of time. Something about a major league game being played there in a few hours.
Above is a picture my sister took of Sam and I, trying to look young and hip with our hats on backwards. I’ll be back at the field in a few hours to report about the team you really care about, but so far it’s been a pretty solid day for New York baseball.
* By the way, those are only the plays that I can immediately think of off the top of my head. We had a lot of guys who could really hit. John Harper and Jack Curry were the starting left side of the infield — and our No. 1 and 2 hitters — and those two can really play. Marc Carig drove a ball to left that was caught, but was also one of the hardest-hit balls of the game.