Wednesdays are that infamous middle of the week, where you just can't wait to get to the weekend. Two more days, that's all you need to have made it through another work week. Wednesday is the ultimate test of if you're going to make it through. Wednesdays, though, have a little more meaning for me. I can't park anywhere near my office because from 10am-2pm there is NO PARKING for street cleaning. This would normally be really annoying, but luckily I carpool with someone who just takes the car instead, and picks me up at the end of the day. So on this grand Wednesday morning (CA)/ afternoon (east coast) I present to you something that always cheers me up... Tino Martinez hitting a grand slam in game one of the 1998 World Series. Beer flying in the air as the home run reached the upper deck. An 8 year old Rayner, jumping for joy, as I was falling asleep during the game that started at 8pm. The pitch that almost struck him out. What a great at bat.
And to make matters even funnier, 13 years later, Tino hits a home run at old timers day, gut out, off David Cone.
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