My best memory, easily, was made in autumn of 1995. It actually comprises two separate incidents, but they're so inextricably linked in my mind, they sort of count as one memory. As a die-hard, true-blue Seattle Mariners fan, this was the season of dreams. I remember watching Randy Johnson dominate - not just beat, but dominate - the California Angels to hand the Mariners their first-ever playoff appearance. Twenty-plus years of futility, pain, and 'wait-til-next-year' were over with that blowout in a one-game playoff. I recall Ken Griffey, Jr. homering in that one, and I also recall being stared at by people passing by my dorm room, who apparently thought I'd gone insane. Maybe I had. Anyway, the best part of this memory, though, came a few days later. In the fifth game of the American League Division Series against the Yankees, the Mariners took the game to extra innings, but gave up a run in the top of the 11th to go down 5-4. In the bottom of that inning, the M's got two runners on when Edgar Martinez came to the plate. Edgar lashed a wicked double down the left-field line, scoring both runners, cementing his place as the greatest Mariner ever to live, and sending the hated Yankees home to think it over for a few months.
And if I thought the looks I got during that single-game playoff were wierd, they were nothing compared to the ones I got that night.
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Mac
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