WORLD SERIES 2016
Game 1: Cleveland, OH
(Time to cue the intro from… well, I’ll just do it…)
If any of you bothered to watch that, you’d be as amused as me that the newspaper headlines are overdubbed in German.
I’m not going to go into great details, I already did that in
THIS POST HERE. I will, however, share the pictures that accompanied my once-in-a-lifetime trip. (Full disclosure: I hope this isn’t once in a lifetime, but it’s certainly not gonna happen again next year, even if they make the series again. I’m broke as our electoral system.)
On our way to Dennys before the game. Jay got a salad. I ordered the seasonal Thanksgiving dinner. This is the first proof that, in any picture we are both in, one of us is not capable of looking good.
The one and only Jaymar posing before the field. The sign may say Progressive, but it’ll always be The Jake to me.
Entering the stadium from center field. I agree with Jay, that does seem weird.
A view from our seats. That is: a fish-eye view from our seats before I realized that my camera inexplicably has a fish-eye setting.
A better view from our seats. And further proof that, like Highlander, there can be only one (that looks good in a picture of us both).
We were close enough to see John Adams banging away on his drum. Well, to be more precise, my camera has a good enough zoom lens that… you get the point.
The unfurling of the obligatory huge flag. “Gets me every time,” says Jaymar.
Pre-game fireworks. SPOILER ALERT: more of that to come.
The retiring of 455, the number of consecutive sellout games. In 3926, Sicnarf Loopstok the 95th will be very upset that he can’t pick his high school number of 455.
First pitch. Like this was ACTUALLY the first pitch of the World Series.
Frankie Lindor doing what he does best. Smiling. And stealing 2nd base. But mostly smiling. Why? Probably because he knew he was going to win a Gold Glove in his first full season in the majors! Booyah!
I can’t believe I actually got this on film. It was the massive 30′ dinker that Ramirez hit that opened the scoring of the World series. Given that we were probably at least 250′ away, that makes this shot even luckier.
I like Nap and love what he did for this team. The Party at Napoli shirts are awesome. That being said, this is what he did an awful lot of in his last two months at the plate. Steeeee-rike.
Okay, I know this isn’t the at-bat where I famously called Brandon Guyer getting a HBP RBI on an 0-2 count. But screw that, on the very next pitch I PREDICTED HE WOULD GET HIT BY A PITCH TO SCORE A RUN!
Remember what I said about our inability to both look good in the same picture?
Napoli proving me wrong with some solid contact. Still an out, but solid contact. I do genuinely hope we can resign him next year. Just not at $17m.
Mid-game fireworks, these coming after Roberto Perez’ first of TWO homers of the night. It was a career game.
Proof that Perez can trot.
The score after Perez’ dinger.
Slider hugging Santa. Because baseball, that’s why. The Indians scored 3 more times this game, and I somehow attribute it to this action.
Cody Allen throwing a white cylinder at the Cubs. He fared well this day. As did the Indians.
Post-game fireworks: the trifecta.
Post-game glee. Jay’s thumbs up was for the game, his grimace was for my photo-while-walking skills.
Our glee evaporated when we waited on line for about an hour to go up the only escalator.
All in all, this was a day to remember. Major thanks again to Jaymar and to Ashley who made this happen! We didn’t win it all (came within one run) but it was an epic game and one of the all-time great World Series.
The Indians did steal one thing from the Cubs. We’re now the team who gets to say “There’s always next year.”