You had to be there. No watching on TV.
For me it was the Bud Harrelson/Pete Rose fight in the '73 National League Playoffs. I was 10 years old sitting in the right field mezzanine--still have the ticket stub.
Not much of a fight actually. It was what happened afterwards.
Pete Rose was playing right field, and the fans started throwing all kinds of crap at him after he took the field after the fight. Mets were well ahead, game in hand, and all of a sudden the outfield scoreboard says that the game will be a forfeit if the fans don't stop throwing shit at Pete Rose.
Nobody cares. They're still throwing shit.
Yogi Berra, the manager of the Mets, comes out to right field and says--"stop throwing shit!"
Nobody cares. The loudspeaker says, "please stop throwing shit or the Mets are going to have to forfeit the game!"
Pete Rose wasn't even there anymore. The entire Reds defense had gone to sit on the bench. People were throwing shit at where Pete Rose would have been standing!
Rusty Staub (the hero of the game so far) came out and said, "stop, stupid Mets fans, we're going to lose the game because of you!"
Ha! You had to be stupid to be a Mets fan. They were'nt going to fall for that one. They continued to throw their shit onto an empty right field.
Finally...out of the Mets dugout came Willie Mays. He slowly--very slowly, because he was so old--strolled to right field, lifted his arms and silently implored the fans to stop. That look on his face--I'll never forget it.
The fans became totally silent. And they stopped throwing their shit. All for Willie.
Still brings a tear to my eye.
Pete Rose, Bud Harrelson, Rusty Staub, Yogi Berra, Willie Mays. And this all happened DURING THE DAYTIME when a kid could actually watch it.
I don't care what anybody says--it just isn't like this anymore.
For me it was the Bud Harrelson/Pete Rose fight in the '73 National League Playoffs. I was 10 years old sitting in the right field mezzanine--still have the ticket stub.
Not much of a fight actually. It was what happened afterwards.
Pete Rose was playing right field, and the fans started throwing all kinds of crap at him after he took the field after the fight. Mets were well ahead, game in hand, and all of a sudden the outfield scoreboard says that the game will be a forfeit if the fans don't stop throwing shit at Pete Rose.
Nobody cares. They're still throwing shit.
Yogi Berra, the manager of the Mets, comes out to right field and says--"stop throwing shit!"
Nobody cares. The loudspeaker says, "please stop throwing shit or the Mets are going to have to forfeit the game!"
Pete Rose wasn't even there anymore. The entire Reds defense had gone to sit on the bench. People were throwing shit at where Pete Rose would have been standing!
Rusty Staub (the hero of the game so far) came out and said, "stop, stupid Mets fans, we're going to lose the game because of you!"
Ha! You had to be stupid to be a Mets fan. They were'nt going to fall for that one. They continued to throw their shit onto an empty right field.
Finally...out of the Mets dugout came Willie Mays. He slowly--very slowly, because he was so old--strolled to right field, lifted his arms and silently implored the fans to stop. That look on his face--I'll never forget it.
The fans became totally silent. And they stopped throwing their shit. All for Willie.
Still brings a tear to my eye.
Pete Rose, Bud Harrelson, Rusty Staub, Yogi Berra, Willie Mays. And this all happened DURING THE DAYTIME when a kid could actually watch it.
I don't care what anybody says--it just isn't like this anymore.