Mathguy64 said:
Judge has 6 hits in the playoffs the last 3 years.
With our season unfortunately over, it feels like a nice time to re-tell my Aaron Judge story.
So my dad is an odd sports fan. He doesn't follow much outside of A&M football week to week, but he'll watch pretty much anything that's on TV. I've watched a lot of great sports moments with him over the years.
During my late childhood, his favorite Astro was Rafael Ramirez. Why? Because my dad used to smoke like a chimney, and at some point they made it illegal to smoke in the Dome. One night he was jonsing for a cigarette but didn't want to miss anything. Ramirez hit a walk-off single in the 11th to get the Astros a win and get my dad out into nicotine heaven. He began to refer to Ramirez as "Babe" - as in "Ruth" from then on out.
However, when the player strike happened in 1994, it just pissed my dad the hell off. We used to go to 10-12 games a year easy at home, and he got divorced from baseball when he found out the players were striking. He and my mom went to ZERO games from 1994 until 2007, when my brother and I convinced them to come with us to see BIggio's last home game.
Like a lot of people, he really lost interest in the early 2010s with the Astros terrible and rarely on TV if you didn't have the right system. But one fine day in the fall of 2017, my mom was having a mini-reunion with some old work friends, so I invited my dad to come hang out and watch the game at a sports bar with my brother and I to watch a baseball game.
The game in question was Game 2 of the ALCS between the Astros and Yankees. In case you don't remember, Justin Verlander threw a complete game with 13 strikeouts and the real MVP of the Astros - Gary Sanchez - won it for the good guys by dropping a ball at the plate in the bottom of the 9th.
But the real story was my dad's reaction to Aaron Judge, who went 0 for 4 with 2 strikeouts on the day. My dad came into that game knowing absolutely zero players on either team except for Altuve. The fact that Aaron Judge had just finished the best rookie season in the history of baseball meant absolutely nothing to my dad, all he saw was this giant idiot who couldn't even touch Verlander's fastball.
My dad is not known for his couth or tact. Once, when I was a sportswriter and covering the high school football playoffs, my parents came to watch the game. It was 49-0 at halftime. My dad walked down to the field to talk to me at halftime, and in doing so, he walked right through the stands of where the losing team's parents were sitting. As he got close, he yelled loudly at me, "Hey does this team just suck or what?"
As fate would have it, there was a table of salty Yankee fans sitting next to us. You can imagine their response when my dad started mocking Aaron Judge halfway through his first at-bat, asking loudly "Who is this idiot?" and calling out "Tell Lurch to swing harder next time!"
At some point one of the Yankee fans said something to the effect of "Shut up, grandpa (my dad was in his late 60s at the time), and my dad pulled his favorite bizarre card in moments of confrontation, gesturing to my brother (6 foot 2) and myself (6 foot 7) and declaring, "These are my sons. You don't want to mess with them."
That was a little more intimidating when we were in our 20s and marginally athletic. Not as intimidating when we were in our 40s, fat, and slow. Nothing else happened with the Yankee fans, except them being convinced my dad was being a total D*bag acting like he didn't know who Judge was, and my dad wildly carrying on as if "Lurch" acted like he'd never played baseball a day in his life.