On Sunday, 1 Oct., 1995, I flew from Seattle to Honolulu with my father. On Monday, the 2nd, we played the Navy Course at Pearl Harbor with my younger brother. On Tuesday, the 3rd, we left and set sail for San Diego.
When Edgar hit "the double" to win game 5, I was a civilian, crossing the Pacific with the Navy, in the Abraham Lincoln Battle Group. My brother was XO of the Princeton, the flagship of the BG. An unbelievably cool experience.
However, I missed the 1-game playoff with the Angels, and the entire series against the Yankees. Didn't even learn what happened until we made port. But, I wouldn't change any of that for the world.
Go M’s.
On Sunday, 1 Oct., 1995, I flew from Seattle to Honolulu with my father. On Monday, the 2nd, we played the Navy Course at Pearl Harbor with my younger brother. On Tuesday, the 3rd, we left and set sail for San Diego.
When Edgar hit "the double" to win game 5, I was a civilian, crossing the Pacific with the Navy, in the Abraham Lincoln Battle Group. My brother was XO of the Princeton, the flagship of the BG. An unbelievably cool experience.
However, I missed the 1-game playoff with the Angels, and the entire series against the Yankees. Didn't even learn what happened until we made port. But, I wouldn't change any of that for the world.
Still, I can't help but feel that I'm owed one.
Cheers -
GOMs.