By now, most Angels fans can recite Rory Markas’ call verbatim:
“Here’s the pitch to Lofton. Fly ball, center field. Erstad says he’s got it. Erstaaaaaad MAKES THE CATCH! The Anaheim Angels are the champions of baseball!”
When the Angels’ unofficial team captain settled under and clasped his glove around that most precious of final outs, it was the culmination of many things: an incredible World Series comeback; a riveting postseason run; an unprecedented 99 win regular season; the antidote for heartbreaking collapses in 1995, 1986 and 1982; a delivery on the promise of 1979; and the realization of a dream first dared to be dreamt in 1961.
The textbook version is simply that the Angels reached the pinnacle of their sport 42 seasons after their pursuit began. But to the fans, players, coaches and front office people who followed the Angels for any significant amount of time, of course the emotions run immensely deeper.
For me, it actually required a season or two of separation before I could truly appreciate the significance. Don’t get me wrong; I was as elated as anybody when the confetti and streamers came raining down upon us following Erstad’s catch.
But maybe I’d already spent all the emotion I could spare the day before, when I witnessed the birth of my first child and the rebirth of the Angels World Series hopes all within a span of about six hours. Or perhaps it was because even before the first pitch, the Game 7 victory truly seemed like a foregone conclusion following the previous night’s drama; and when was ANYTHING positive for the Angels a given during their first 41 seasons?
And that’s what struck me after the World Series championship had really sunk in – it happened, and it could happen again. Previously, I honestly wasn’t sure it ever would. Now, I believe it will again.
And while I think the moment when I first knew they were actually going to play in the World Series will always rank as the most emotional high in my years of being an Angels fan, in retrospect I’m so glad they went ahead and won it all while they were there. I mean all the greatest stories have a happy ending, don’t they?
Champions of baseball … yeah, that’ll do.
Here’s how other contributors to our Top-50 Greatest Moments list feel about No. 1:
Adam Dodge – AngelsWin.com Senior Writer
It is hard to describe exactly what I felt when Erstad squeezed Kenny Lofton’s fly ball for the final out. I was relatively calm from the first pitch of the game until the Angels had finally won. After the complete swing in emotion I felt watching Game 6, I was too exhausted to work up any emotion for Game 7.
For the entire postseason, I had either been in attendance or at my favorite watering hole to celebrate every moment with other fans. I needed a break. So, I watched the entirety of Game 7 alone; poetic in a sense because growing up none of my friends or family members felt the same way about the game of baseball, and there was certainly no one that loved the Angels as much as I did. It wasn’t my intention to watch the game alone. I just didn’t feel like sharing that moment with anyone else.
Had I been there or watched the game with friends I doubt I’d have noticed – I was focused on each pitch, nothing else existed but the game. When the final out was made, I felt accomplished. Not that I had anything to do with the victory, but that my fanship had finally paid off. The years of suffering through bad teams and monumental collapses proved worth it. I felt like a champion.
Geoff Stoddart – AngelsWin.com Director of Social Media
Surreal is the only word that comes to mind when I think back on the final out of the 2002 World Series. I had been at Game 6 the night before and it such an emotional roller coaster. Leaving the ballpark that night, I truly felt there was no way the Giants could come back and win Game 7. I felt that way right up until Game 7 actually started.
The Giants get on the board first in the top of the 2nd. The Angels knotted it up in the bottom of the 2nd. The Angels put three more on the board in the bottom of the 3rd and then for six innings we bite our nails.
When Erstad caught the final out, I screamed. I jumped around the room. But somehow, it didn’t seem real. Could this really be the team I had watched and cheered for my entire life? The team I watched during the 80’s & 90’s with only 7,000 in attendance in, what was then, a football stadium? Crazy. Unreal. Surreal.
Robert Cunningham – AngelsWin.com Senior Writer
I was forced to work that week but I was listening on the radio in the backroom at work.
For me hearing that final call was the ultimate culmination of years watching Angels baseball. It immediately made me think of my parents, particularly my mom, who were not there to see it. For just a brief instance it felt like we were all there together again basking in something that was hidden from us in the past and not promised to us in the future, but present in one short moment in time.
It is something I’ve really come to savor and appreciate, more, over the years and one that I know all Angels fans understand and empathize with.
Chuck Richter – AngelsWin.com Founder and Executive Editor
When Kenny Lofton drove that ball to right-center field, my heart leapt with both uncertainty and joy, thinking it could either be ’86 all over again or the burying of what seemed to be the franchise’s October curse.
When Darin Erstad pulled it down, I picked up my best friend’s 16-year-old son and spun him around like a baton, as I have never in my life experienced such combined joy and adrenaline from what was essentially a routine outfield put-out: tears of joy, ear to ear smiles about my living room and a moment in my life’s history that words cannot describe.
To me, this was the Greatest Moment in Angels baseball. Buried were the thoughts of any curse. Born anew was a World Series Championship for fans to claim, who throughout the years have expressed love and passion for the club. And on this grand night, destiny paid back some respect to Angels fans around the world.
Editor’s note: I’d like to thank all of the writers who contributed to this monumental project the past 50 days. It was quite an undertaking while simultaneously working full time, managing a Little League team and looking after a family of six, but was it ever worth it!
Here’s to the memories and debates we hope our list inspired and to the making of many more outstanding top-50 worthy moments in the seasons to come.
Thanks for reading!