“Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind
Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine
Quiet thought come floating down
And settle softly to the ground
Like golden autumn leaves around my feet
I touched them and they burst apart with sweet memories,
I’m delighted to announce that on Fridays through the offseason (and maybe beyond), we will be doing Fan Fridays. I discussed in my year end piece what a great fan base the Dodgers have, and this will be a spot to highlight fans — their thoughts, memories, endeavors, and so on. If you have any ideas for future articles, please don’t hesitate to let me know!
Our first Fan Friday post is Your Favorite Dodger Memory. With a history so rich as the Dodgers have, there are many to choose from. I put the question out to Twitter, and here are a few of the responses.
Let’s start way back, in 1955.
I wasn’t around for this, so I had to do a little research. The Dodgers played the New York Yankees. Walt Alston and Casey Stengel were the managers. It was the first World Series broadcast in color, with Mel Allen and our beloved Vin Scully having the call. The Dodgers won in seven games, and it was the first time the Dodgers beat the Yankees in the World Series after losing to them four times since 1947. It was also only the second loss the Yankees incurred in the World Series since 1926. Other notable things happened. It was the only time that Jackie Robinson did not play in a World Series game. Also, it was the first time an MVP was chosen — Johnny Podres — who won both games he started in the Series.
The Dodgers had a long history of battling the Yankees, and New York definitely had the edge in these matchups.
This was the first World Series that was anywhere near my radar. I was six years old and in love with Steve Sax. I think I may have said that before.
This World Series is definitely ingrained in my mind. I knew it was going to happen before it happened. And funny to me know, as we always just see the homer in replays, that I always forget how long and excruciating that at bat was. So many foul balls.
Some revolved around children — taking your kid to a game:
Favorite Dodger memory was last game of Kersh’s scoreless inning streak, at home against the Padres. It was the first Dodger game for my son. And all of us giving Kersh a standing ovation gave me chills! The look on my son’s face when we got in the stadium and he saw the field for the first time is a memory I will cherish forever. ~Jim
Very cool game for your kid’s first game. One thing I’ll always cherish is that even though we live in PA, my kids’ first game was at Dodger Stadium on a Sunday afternoon in August of 2012. Hanley Ramirez hit a walk-off single to left in the 10th inning. I remember watching the ball fall, and then racing to get in line so the kids could run the bases. Still had a long wait. Should’ve watched the celebration.
Or, perhaps a game you went to when you were a child.
This one is so fun. Nachos and baseball go hand-in-hand, and losing them after tripping down steps would be a catastrophe. Getting a round of applause from your section is so awesome.
Music and anticipation always make for an exciting experience.
My favorite Dodger memory is being at Dodger Stadium and hearing Vin Scully say “Bienvenue Monsieur Gagne!” and Welcome To The Jungle blasting out of the speakers as 50,000 people jumped to their feet and applauded because GAME OVER! ~Cyndi
“Welcome to the Jungle” is second only to “California Love” in L.A. ball games. Your team is ahead, your ace closer is coming to the mound, and the Dodgers are going to get another win. Nothing like it.
The Kershaw save in this past season’s NLDS gets some love.
I have to agree. Being at this game will for me be a treasured memory. Just exactly what you want your ace to do — lay it all on the line even though he just threw 110 pitches the day before.
It doesn’t matter what your memory is, though. Each of us have times and instances that speak to us. I think mine would have to be Clayton’s no-hitter, and everything that surrounded it. Vin pretty much proclaiming it was going to happen, and so he was going to talk about it, curse be damned. The way the weird security lady treated Clayton’s wife Ellen in the stand. Groaning over Hanley’s error. I don’t know if I will ever get over that error. Not being able to sit after the sixth inning, instead pacing around the house, and finally waking my husband to watch the last out. Being able to celebrate with my Twitter family. Only things I think that will beat that would be a perfect game by Kershaw, or a World Series win that he started. So many memories, and so many to look forward to in the future.