Some how the Jose Vidro thread has gotten side tracked into a trip down Memory Lane for some of us.  And as they used to say in the `60's, that can be a bad trip for an Indians fan.  

I've been a fan since my dad took me to the old Municipal stadium one hot July night.  I can remember how beautiful the field look, how white the uniforms and bases were and how immense the stadium was.  We sat in the upper deck.  I was afraid of heights; so crossing the walkway over the fans below was pretty scary.  But I got to see Chico Carrasquel play short and Bobby Avila and Al Rosen hit.  I've been hooked ever since.

Since then I've got to see the Indians play in the ALCS and the World Series - something awhile back I thought I'd never see happen.  But my favorite memory is a game the Indians played against the Yankees (the year escapes me).  Pete Franklin had stirred up the natives and there were over 70,000 folks in the stands.  Andre Thorton and Toby Harrah were the stars that year.  Any way the game had gone back and forth until about the seventh when Harrah came up with the Tribe down two runs and the bases loaded.  Harrah hit a screamer in the gap and legged it out for a triple.  The place went nuts!  I never - never - and that includes Browns games - felt the old girl rock like that.  Of course the Yankees came back in the ninth and won the game, but for that fifteen minutes or so I believed that the Tribe - with the kind of heartfelt support I felt that night - could beat anybody - anybody - and that included the hated Yankees.  

Every now and then I get a chance to come home and never stop hoping I'll go to a game and feel that kind of excitement again.  Maybe this year........