Whether you've ever slid into home or managed a fantasy baseball team, celebrated as your city clinched the World Series or have waited your whole life for your team to make it through the postseason, everyone has a baseball story. Below you’ll find heartfelt anecdotes and remembrances shared by visitors and staff.
“The heyday of my Yankee fandom was when I had a Reggie Jackson lunch box, got to go to the ‘78 World Series vs. the Dodgers, and cried when Thurman Munson died. And from the Bronx to Queens—we used to cut out the coupons from the backs of the Delwood milk cartons to get free tix to Mets games. My mom, my brother, and I showed up with a plastic pail filled with sticky, old milky coupons. The ticket guy looked at us and the bucket and just handed us a ROLL of bleachers tix to last us the year at Shea! That was fun.”—Submitted by Nina S.
“They say that baseball fans are superstitious, and I learned the hard way how true that is. When I was maybe six or seven, I came home from the movies with my mom and sauntered into the living room eating the leftover popcorn I got at the theater. I sat down next to my dad, a diehard Yankee fan, as he watched his team enjoy a huge lead against the Royals. But then, the opposing team got on base. Immediately my father pleaded for me to exit the room, claiming my popcorn was bad luck. How’s that for superstitious? I’m not sure I thought it was funny at the time, but he and I had a good laugh about it for years and years afterward. Sometimes he even called me ‘Popcorn.’”—Submitted by Mia C.
“My dad was from Brooklyn and loved the Dodgers. He was thrilled that they moved to LA, as his family had moved to Pasadena a few years before the Dodgers moved. My sister and I grew up going to Dodger games with my parents. I remember watching the 1988 World Series with dad and both jumping up when Vin Scully called Gibson's home run to win the game. Dad died over a year ago, but I still hear his voice when the Dodgers win, lose, or are in the headlines. My love of baseball is because of my dad.”—Submitted by Brenda R.
“My most fondest memories are of playing in my grandfather's yard during the summer, right at dusk with him right there sitting in his lawn chair, listening to the Dodgers on the radio. I can still remember how he would take his baseball cap off and beat it on his knee if they made a mistake. I'm sure he would get annoyed at me because I would always ask all these questions about the game, but he always obliged his Little Bear.” —Submitted by Anonymous
“In 1949, I lived in the Bronx and was a Brooklyn Dodger fan who loved Jackie Robinson. I wrote him a letter asking him for a team signed baseball. He responded with a personal letter and autographed photo saying that he could not send one because of so many requests, but if I sent one to him, he would do the best he could to fulfill my request. He did keep his word, and I still treasure my letter, photo, and, of course, the team signed baseball featuring his signature. 1949 was his best year in baseball. And a great year for my memory and connection to Jackie Robinson.” —Submitted by Gene W.
“In early April of 1959, my father took me to a game at the Coliseum between the Dodgers and Giants. The Dodgers had a promising outfielder named Don Demeter, and of course the Giants centerfielder was Willie Mays. During that game, Demeter and Mays each hit two home runs over the fabled Chinese Curtain in left field at the shaped for football Coliseum. During the game as well, Demeter hit a long drive to deepest right center (475 feet) and made it home for an inside-the-park home run. Later, Mays hit an almost identical ball where Demeter fielded it at the fence, relayed it to the second baseman, who hurled it to home plate where Mays was ruled out! My father looked at me and winked. ‘That means that Don Demeter is better than Willie Mays!’ Even as a twelve year old, I understood the humor behind my father’s timely remarks!”—Submitted by Greg F.
“I attended Tiger Stadium often as I grew up in Metro Detroit in the 1970's. Sporadic fistfights between fans seemed commonplace compared to today.
I remember one incident when the stadium police broke up a bloody fight behind the Tigers' dugout, and arrested a man they believed to have been the instigator. As they escorted him up the aisles in handcuffs, many if not most of the fans yelled to the officers that they had arrested the wrong man, and had let the actual instigator sit back down in his seat! Amazingly, the officers actually let the first man free, and came back to handcuff and remove the right guy.
Not more than an inning later, Orlando Cepeda of the Red Sox hit a high foul ball into the stands near us behind third base. After a high bounce off the Tiger Stadium concrete, the ball landed in the outstretched hands of one of the police officers. The officer did not hesitate, found the man he had falsely arrested, and handed him the ball as both a souvenir and an apology.”—Submitted by Scott S.