Kruk, '93, & a Walk Down Memory Lane
I was 23 in the fall of 1993. I was back home in Montgomery County, PA from a grad school experiment in Pittsburgh that didn't work out and was hanging out in my hometown with high school pals I hadn't really seen much of since graduation in 1988.
Notably, I was hanging around with a friend I'd known since grade school. We played baseball together from Little League all the way through high school and senior American Legion. We even played a little bit in the Perky League.
We were both left-handed pitchers. We used to argue with each other, insisting the other was the #1 pitcher on the team.
We both pitched in college after high school and were in different divisions of the Middle Atlantic Conference (D3), but we never faced off against each other.
That summer of '93 was pretty special, watching Dutch, Kruk, Morandini, Hollins, Incaviglia, Nails, Schilling, Mulholland, and Wild Thing (Mitchie-Poo), and the rest, go from worst to first. We listened to the late, great Harry Kalas (the voice of the Phillies from my earliest memories in the early 1970s) calling the games.
I was 23, back home again, seeing tons of old pals from high school every week at the bar. Some older, some younger, everyone knew me and my pal from our baseball days. Life was fucking good!
We would watch the Phils, tell jokes, lies, stories, and we would sweat through Williams' "exciting" appearances.
We would reminisce about games and brawls from high school and Legion, and of course, all the other old memories that pals who grew up together could share.
I remember being in that bar for Carter's series ending homer. It was as if millions of voices suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced. In reality, it was probably 150 to 200 people, still well above the fire marshall's occupancy limits for that bar, and the cry was "FUCK!!" in unison.
Listening to Kruk and McCarthy these days reminds me of how my buddy and I would chatter during those games, and talk about how cool it would be to have a beer with Dutch, Kruk, Morandini, and some of the other guys on that team.
These memories from over 30 years ago hit me hard every time I get to listen to Kruk and McCarthy, and I wouldn't trade a single one of them.