no homer. i was there.
i was hitchhiking home from Cali cuz i'd been offered been offered a job i wanted back home and i'd gotten a ride thru the nite which ended outside Pittsburgh. i had family there so i went to a mall by the exit and called them, but everybody had left the house for the day. i wanted to see em and needed a good meal so i decided to kill the day in this spanking brand new Monroeville Mall. i got chased out of several shops as a dirty hippie, so i spent most of the day in the public area, the feature of which was an electrically-timed, multi-spout fountain. sat there so long that i memorized the pattern so , with nothing else to do, i started humming Ride of the Valkyries and "conducting" the water as it shot from each jet. got many cheers & made several bucks from admirers before they stopped me.
my auntie got home first and came to pick me up and we got Isaly's. when uncle got home - he was teaching at Pitt, we had watched many Forbes Field games from his office in the Cathedral of Learning - he said i came just in time. Clemente had just gotten his 2999th so we were going to the new stadium to watch his 3000th. Uncle Bob, cousins Rob, Maura & Kathleen piled into the wagon and went to what looked like the emergency spaceship if a bomb hit or sumn. good seats, 1st base side (occasions like this didnt increase ticket sales back then), Clemente comes up third, immediately hits a slapper to the right side, 2nd baseman knocks it down but cant get him in time. We all go nuts til an electric "E" appears on the scoreboard. aw, come on! when he goes 0-4, we console ourselves with the thought that we saw the "real" 3000th.
Saturday, we do a family outing, nothing but updates on the car radio. still no 3000. Sunday morning, auntie makes us a nice breakfast but she can soon tell that uncle & i are vibrating to take one more crack at seeing the 3000th. last game of the year, so this is it. auntie lets us go and we jump for joy like lil kids. #21 comes up and strikes out, and we start to wonder, but the great Clemente hits a gapper 2nd up for the big number. never imagined Roberto Clemente would never be on base again.
50 years ago this fall. i'll never get used to saying things were 50 years ago........