One of the most memorable games of the summer was also one of my most embarrassing moments on a baseball field, but it makes for a good story. It was a classic baseball blooper and a play that you would see on Sportscenter's Not Top 10. In order to get the full understanding of this entertaining story I need to describe the atmosphere at this game.
It was July 16th and we were playing in Spokane, Washington. Spokane lead the league in attendance. This was a Friday night with fireworks following the game, so there was a large, rowdy crowd at the game. The official box score from that night shows 6,845 people were in attendance, the largest crowd that we played in front of all summer. In fact, it was the largest crowd that I've ever played in front of, it was a great atmosphere. The Spokane Indian's employees did an incredible job getting the fans involved in the game. They even had a (creepy) mascot, Recycle Man, who would dance on top of the dugouts and try to promote recycling at the games. Needless to say, it's a great place to see a game, with high energy fans and a great stadium.
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Avista Stadium in Spokane, WA |
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Recycle Man |
Now that I've set the stage a little bit, I'll talk about the actual game. Our everyday third basemen was sick and couldn't play in the game, so I was approached by our manager and asked if I could play third base. Obviously being an infielder I jumped at the chance to get in the game and help out the team.
The very first batter of the game, a speedy left handed batter, hits a routine ground ball to third that I don't field cleanly and make a poor throw to first base. E5. Not the ideal start to the game, but there is plenty of game left, so I didn't get too down on myself. Fast forward about two hours and it is the bottom of the 7th inning, Vancouver leads Spokane 5-4, but Spokane has the bases loaded with two outs. I remember the hitter quickly getting to two strikes, so I retreated deep into the dirt at third. You can guess what happens next, chopper to third. I charge, reading the bouncing ball expecting to get a hop around my waist, field, and throw to first. Easy enough, right? At the last second I realize I misjudged the hops; I bend at the waist to field the ball around my ankles in a horrible fielding position. I try to shuffle my feet and prepare to throw to first, but I never got that far. Before I knew it I was face down on the infield grass, with seven thousand fans going nuts, it was unlike anything I've ever heard before. As I shuffled my feet forward, my right cleat caught the lip between the grass and dirt, and I went down like a ton of bricks. As it always seems to happen in baseball, the next two hitters double and we go on to lose the game 9-5.
I will never forget the rise in the noise level following my epic fall. The noise had built up as the ball was hit in my direction and the fans anticipated a close play at first. Then I hit the ground harder than one of Mike Tyson's knockout victims and the fans erupted. The noise was like the fizz inside a shaken up soda bottle that shoots out when the top is taken off.
My parents were listening to game being broadcast on the radio and over the internet. This is something close to what they heard, "ground ball to third, Fabiaschi charges, fields, and HE GOES DOWN!" I've heard my dad try to do an impression of the radio play-by-play man. I can only imagine what they were thinking as they listened from bed as it was almost one in the morning (because of the time zone difference).
It wasn't until days later that I could laugh it off, but I have one other fond memory from this game. Our pitcher at the time, Mike Hart, looked at me, as the stadium was going crazy and the hecklers already began reminding me that I couldn't stay on my two feet, and said "You're alright, get the next one." For the record I did eventually make the play that ended the inning and got a hit in my next at bat. I felt horrible that I had cost my team the game, but my teammates and coaches were there to pick me up when I had fallen (literally). Because of my competitive nature, it wasn't until some days later that I was able to laugh about it like I can today. I told you it makes for a good story.
I once heard an interesting concept that I always try to apply in my life with baseball. But, it can be applied with any job, school, sport, etc. When you put on your jersey (or suit or whatever you wear for your job or sport) you leave everything else going on in your personal life behind. So when I get to the ballpark, put on my uniform, I'm ready to work and improve as a baseball player and not let other distractions from my personal life effect me. When the game is over, I shower and put back on my street clothes, and I leave behind everything from baseball that day at the park and can pick back up with everything going on in my personal life. So after I finished a game where I embarrassed myself in front of thousands of people it felt good to put on my regular clothes and I reminded myself that the sun was still going to rise the next morning.