My memories of Yankee Stadium run deep
As the Jays head back to New York this weekend for the final games they will play in the current Yankee Stadium, I can't help but think about all the years and memories that are connected to that place.
Having played against those darn Yankees and been a Yankee, it has been an honour to play in the House that Ruth built.
As a kid, like so many others, I dreamed of one day wearing pinstripes, patrolling right field like Reggie Jackson, but how would I know that my dream would really come true?
As the Jays head back to New York this weekend for the final games they will play in the current Yankee Stadium, I can't help but think about all the years and memories that are connected to that place.
Having played against those darn Yankees and been a Yankee, it has been an honour to play in the House that Ruth built.
As a kid, like so many others, I dreamed of one day wearing pinstripes, patrolling right field like Reggie Jackson, but how would I know that my dream would really come true?
All I could remember was Reggie hitting all those big homers. Mr. October always seemed to hit them just when the team needed them. So, when I was called up to the Jays in September of 1981, and we went to New York for the first time, I was like a kid in a candy store!
A secret treasure
As everyone got off the bus and headed to the clubhouse, I headed to the field. The kid from Joliet, Ill., had made it to Yankee Stadium.
As I came out of the dugout to the field, I grabbed a handful of dirt and put it in a bag I had in my back pocket. Why I did that I really can't tell you, but I remember looking around the stadium thinking: “that's a l-o-n-g way to left-centre field.”
But once the game started, you forget where you were. It's just your team against the other and you against that pitcher.
Late in the game when I came up, the score was close and the Yanks made the call to the bullpen. At that time, the closer was none other than Hall of Famer Goose Gossage, a hard-throwing righty with that big, walrus-looking moustache. This pinstriped car picks him up from the bullpen, chauffeurs him from the bullpen to the dugout. The car door opened and this larger than life figure gets out and the fans erupted.
Well, as a rookie, can you imagine how intimidating that was? And he hadn't even thrown a pitch yet! He struck me out on three high fast balls and the game was over. That is how Yankee Stadium can affect you, if you let it. I later redeemed myself against Goose, but that's another story.
Keep it away from Jr.
So how many of you have seen the commercial of Ken Griffey Jr. jumping over the centre-field fence robbing "someone" of a home run. Well, that someone is ME!
What happened was the Yankees were at home against the Mariners, and in my first at bat I hit a homer off of Seattle's Randy Johnson to left field. Then in my second at bat, I drove a slider over the fence in left-centrefield, what would have been my 200th career home run, but Mr. Ken Griffey Jr. had other ideas! Ken raced over, planted his right cleat into the wall for leverage, and reaches over the wall with his right arm to catch the ball in the tip of his glove!
That was bad enough, but then he streaked by me waving the ball and laughing. Junior was so excited that he was running to the clubhouse to see the replay. I did hit my 200th at my next at bat, but I learned my lesson and kept it away from Ken (I hit it into the right-field bleachers). Little did I know that more of this saga was going on in the stands.
As Jr. was making that great catch, his father Ken Griffey Sr. had flown in to see him and was sitting in front of my wife, celebrating and cheering saying, "that's my boy.” As he was basking in the moment, as any proud father would, a lady tapped on the shoulder, shook his hand and introduced herself, “Hi, I'm Marla Barfield. That's my husband."
Senior wasn't really sure if it was a hostile situation or not so he left immediately! We are all friends, but what a way to meet! We have had some good laughs about that to this day.
My last goal is to visit the memorials this weekend. I have taken them for granted. Here’s is my last chance. It's going to be a very sad day when the wrecking balls come to tear down this treasure.
Thanks for the memories.