Where were you when Johnny Cueto dropped the ball? Where were you when that fan almost blew it for us?
This game, more than any Pirate game I can remember, reaffirmed my faith and gave me a reassurance that I had done the correct thing by sticking with the team throughout their 20 year losing streak. I remember watching the game at Spencer’s in Park Slope because I had no television or way to watch it at the time. I walked down there and started at the bar on 5th that serves cheap drinks. I watched the pregame there. I was so nervous. I felt like I was going ot have a heart attack. The stress that I had felt during Penguins and Steelers playoff runs was nothing compared to this. I knew I was about to watch history. It was the realization of a day I had hoped for well over a decade. I always wanted to watch the Pirates in the playoffs as an adult. Now I could. So, here we go: The Game.