There are a few events that occur in time when we all remember exactly where we were and what we were doing.
I was working on the Southern Border, early in my career with U.S. Customs. Stuck in the Imperial Valley in the middle of the desert, fortunately, I was off work that evening and was able to watch the game at home in my El Centro, CA apartment. I was bouncing my 2 year old daughter on my lap when Gibson’s homer was deposited into the Right Field Pavilion. The ball would disappear from sight and never be claimed again. I tossed her to the sky and caught her as she let out a playful laugh. Living in a small city with very few friends that had strong Dodger allegiances, I took in the moment alone, knowing full well that it was the most amazing Dodger moment I had witnessed in history.
So my question is: where were you on that fateful October day? October 15, 1988.
I was home watching the game, feeling sorry for myself as it looked like the game was gone. At first i couldn't believe it although I was encouraged when Mike Davis walked.
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