Clicks - One Night in October

“Baseball doesn’t give you what you want — it gives you what you’ll remember.”

I meant to post these when Spring Training started. The memory still holds up.

After Freddie hit that home run in Game 1, my brother called me. He and his buddy Jeff had been drinking, feeling no pain, and came up with the idea: “Let’s go to Game 4 in New York.”

My brother’s a lifelong Brewers fan. I’m a Dodgers fan. But that night, it wasn’t about rooting interests. He just wanted to see a World Series game — he cried after the Brewers lost Game 7 back in 1982 and figured it might be a while before they get another shot.

We flew out from Chicago — the three of us — and took in Yankees vs. Dodgers at Yankee Stadium. For me, it brought back a lot of memories from my childhood in the ’70s, when those two teams seemed like they were always on a collision course in October.

Game 4 didn’t go how I’d hoped — no sweep for the Dodgers — but it didn’t matter. Being there with my brother and Jeff, watching a World Series game under the lights in the Bronx, was enough.

These photos are from that night