I was seventeen-years-old when the Mariners clinched the division in 1995. I rarely follow baseball in this day and age but I was an avid fan of our Mariners and baseball in general. My mother worked for a Fortune 500 accounting company in Seattle so she was given tickets to game five. Center-right of home plate, about 20 rows back. I don’t remember the entire game but I remember the atmosphere. Everybody was going crazy. Regardless of what was happening there was an air of inevitability in the air; absolutely electric.
Then, bottom of the ninth, Edgar Martinez came to bat and drilled a pitch over the left fielder and into the wall. I believe that RBI drove in Griffey but that doesn’t matter, what matters is the single best moment in my life as a baseball fan.
I remember the second Martinez tattooed that ball, as the ball travelled past the left-side and left field fans, there was this wave following the ball as it drifted over the left fielder. The Kingdome had to go but I’m telling you that between the Sonics, the Seahawks and the Mariners there was never a louder indoor moment in my experience. I couldn’t hear for nearly two hours after the game but it didn’t matter.
I got near Martinez before the game while he was waiting to take a few swings at batting practice, literally within 15 feet or so. I said, matter of factly, “Gonna win the series for us?” and he simply said, “Ok.” It was awesome cause he had that smile that told me not to keep my hopes up.
I had a stroke nearly seven years ago and I have lost and never recovered almost my entire teen and adolescent memory but I’ll never forget that day and I’ll miss going to the Kingdome and watching how crazy the ball travelled through that air conditioned outfield.
By Aaron Rogers