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25 Signatures and One BIG Piece of Wood

The Infamous Tatianas bat-- before

The Infamous Tatiana's bat-- before

When Mario gave me my own baseball bat for my birthday last year, I had no idea what to do with it. Sure, it was pretty awesome having my own bat with the name “The Infamous Tatiana” engraved into it, but what could I use it for? A door stop, a reaching pole, a self defense weapon? All very likely choices, but Mario suggested taking it to the few games left in the season and trying to get signatures.

If you have ever read any of my posts about going to games, you will know it is damn near impossible to get any Marlins player to come by the buses after a game (except for Andrew Miller). Be that as it may, I still tried to bring my bat and with many unsuccessful attempts, I finally gave up and left the bat locked away in my dark closet at home.

An entire 5 months passed by and the 2009 Fan Fest was now upon us. Mario thought it would be a great opportunity to try to get a couple of signatures. So, I got my silver Sharpie and black bat and made my way to Dolphin Stadium. Upon arriving, Andrew Miller had begun to pass out free donuts. When he saw Mario, he said it was good to see him and asked if I was around. I went to greet Andrew, wished him all the best, and alas, I received my very first signature! Mario said that it may be the only one I would get and to try not to be too disappointed. I knew that I would get at least one or two more because I was willing to wait in the ridiculously long autograph lines.

We walked onto the field at approximately 12:00 pm and made our way to the first line. We had NO idea who was signing, but my goal was to get all the Marlins players to sign (with the exception of that damned Taylor Tankersley!). When I finally reached the table, I was relieved to see Anibal Sanchez and Zach Kroenke. Bam, 3 signatures. I was pretty darned pleased with myself… until I looked to my left and saw Jorge Cantu. I quickly ran to the end of that line and about 30 min later when I was the 2nd in line, Jorge began to get up and leave. “Jorge, me puedes firmar si tienes un momento” (“Jorge, can you please sign if you have one moment”). To my surprise, Jorge Cantu responded to my begging in his native tongue and turned to sign just one last time and then he disappeared. I then saw John Baker, one of my absolute favorite Marlins, emerge from the crowd. I prayed that he would come to our table. Instead, he sat at the one directly next to mine. I took that moment to attempt to talk to him. He turned around, greeted me, shook my hand, and held a good conversation with me for a couple of minutes. John Baker was actually so interested in what I had to say, that he turned the chair around a bit so he could hear me better. It was amazing and John is just simply a stand up guy.

So far, this day was turning out to be amazing. I was happy with the few autographs I had gotten and if the day was to end right then and there, I would have been very pleased. Andrew Miller remembered me, Jorge Cantu went out of his way to sign on last item for me, and John Baker was the coolest guy ever! I was in heaven, but the day just kept getting better. Now, we did hit our rough patches and got shut down by a few (Chris Volstad, Wes Helms, Tony Perez, etc) and I did get into a physical altercation, but as the seconds, minutes, and hours went on, I kept meeting more amazing players and getting more signatures on my bat. My once completely bare black bat was now quickly turning to silver from all the players that had left their mark on it.

As the day progressed, I was lucky enough to bump into John Baker again by the gated area and I called to him for his autograph. I didn’t think he would come over because he had just finished signing for an hour, but to my surprise (again) he came over for me (and only me) looked at my bat and gave me a chuckle as he signed. “The Infamous Tatiana, huh?” I couldn’t help but smile and blush.

By the time I reached the V.I.P. party that afternoon, there was barely enough space left on the bat for more signatures. Cody Ross, Alfredo Amezaga, Jeremey Hermida, and that darned Chris Volstad had all looked for nice clean spots to leave their mark. Even Hanley Ramirez was left looking for a good spot to put his John Hancock!

At 6:00 pm, I sat down and spun my now silver bat around. I stared in awe as I saw each unique squiggle and I nearly got myself sick trying to figure out whose squiggles was whose. Upon my arrival to my home at 6:30 pm, I patiently sat down and went over each encounter in my head. I finally ended at 25 different autographs, 25 different experiences, 25 new memories created to be cherished. While other fans have to deal with self involved and money hungry players, I have the pleasure of having the friendliest and most caring. I never realized just how lucky I truly was to have the Florida Marlins as my team until this day.

25 Signatures:

1. Andrew Miller
2. Anibal Sanchez
3. Zach Kroenke
4. Jorge Cantu
5. Alfredo Amezaga
6. Hanley Ramirez
7. John Baker
8. Matt Lindstrom
9. Rick Vanderhurk
10. Burke Badenhop
11. Cameron Maybin
12. Ricky Nolasco
13. Chris Volstad
14. Logan Kensing
15. Fredi Gonzalez
16. David Samson
17. Billy The Marlin
18. Cody Ross
19. Jeremy Hermida
20. Gaby Sanchez
21. Ryan Tucker
22. Jack McKeon
23. Brett Carrol
24. Emilio Bonafacio
25. Leo Nunez

Completely

Completely

and

and

totally

totally

badass.

badass.

The first of the day - Andrew Miller

The first of the day - Andrew Miller

And the very last - Hanley Ramirez

And the very last - Hanley Ramirez

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I’m Baaaaack!

If there was ever anything that would get me back to this blog, it was yesterday’s 2009 Florida Marlins Fan Fest and an eagerness for the brand new season filled with fresh faces and hope. Despite the many efforts of others (Wax Heaven, Dinged Corners, etc.) this economy had me worrying about only one thing since the day my husband became unemployed. I could not longer focus on baseball, writing, or other joys in my life. I had to concentrate on work, especially after the major “Black Friday” held at my company where about 30 people were laid off in one day. I needed to prove my worth, and when it came down to it, I was one of the valuable players and have been ‘guaranteed’ employment.

Like usual, the day began early for us. We arrived at the stadium at 8:30 am. Andrew Miller walked around early morning and passed out free donuts, and surprisingly enough, he remembered us! As usual, it was deserted until about a 1/2 hr prior to the Fan Fest beginning and 2009 tickets going live. The ticket lines were filled with Yankee fans that couldn’t wait to get their hands on tickets for Father’s Day weekend when the New York Yankees will get shut down by the Marlins :). I purchased my two tickets and then quickly rushed inside.

Compared to last year’s Fan Fest, this year’s was a bit less organized. It was held ON the field, versus outside of the stadium, which was simply awesome, but very chaotic. For the first time, fans could access practically every part of the stadium with out security chasing them down, and if you were V.I.P. you were spoiled beyond belief.

All the Marlins players (with the exception of a few) were friendlier than I could have ever imagined. For the most part, they were happy to be there and each took as much time as they could to sign for and pose with everyone. Some went out of their way (John Baker, Ricky Nolasco, Dan Uggla, Jorge Cantu) and some just couldn’t be bothered (Chris Volstad, Wes Helms).

I’ve learned that the majority of people that were there were only interested in one thing. An autograph. The moment a certain popular player would emerge, everyone’s animal instinct would come out and the area would suddenly turned into a mosh pit. I was waiting patiently for Gaby Sanchez to sign my bat, when Hanley Ramirez came out and I knew my life was over. I was at the very front of the stage the players were on, and there was a huge mob behind me. This was just not good. People were pushing, shoving, stepping on, falling on, leaning on, elbowing, punching, you name it!

At one point, a very large man put all his weight on top of me, crushing me, stepping on me and scratching my arm so hard that I immediately started to bleed. He didn’t even so much as apologize or make sure I was okay. So, I took matters into my own hands and nearly knocked the wind out of him when I socked it to him in the ribs. I was sick of people thinking they could get away with treating each other like garbage and harming each other physically for a measly signature. Children were getting stepped on and punched. If it wasn’t for the fact that I loved my bat so much, I would have smashed it up against someone’s head. There is no excuse for that kind of behavior.

Despite my little altercation, I was able to meet Burke Badenhop which made my day because he is also another very nice Marlin. After meeting him, Mario and I ventured into “back stage” to see if we could track down any other Marlin’s whose signatures I needed. We struck up a conversation with two girls who were desperately looking for Dan Uggla. After asking one of the women that escorted the players around the field if Dan was still there and not receiving the answer they hoped for, they decided they would leave. They gave us their “VIP” passes (season ticket holders were the only one’s able to receive those) and she told us about a special party going on up stairs.

Mario and I made our way up and our eyes widened when we saw who was at the party. Andre Dawson was just leaving, as was Brett Carrol, but Alfredo Amezaga, Cody Ross, Cameron Maybin, Jeremy Hermida… they were all there and there was no one nearby to tell you to leave them alone. They were all socializing with fans, signing, posing, and having a good time! We were able to gain access as I guilted the woman at the table to let us in. (You needed a company name to enter and the girls didn’t provide us with one) It was the most amazing scene. For once, you could approach these players with out a large mob. I was finally able to calmly meet Hanley Ramirez and other ‘hard to access’ players. If we had these passes from early morning, I doubt we would have left the room and I highly doubt I would have gotten into that altercation earlier in the day.

Like annoying party guests, we were the last ones to leave the V.I.P. party room. We made our way down stairs at 6:00 pm to watch the grand finale- – fireworks. It was an amazing 10 hour day. We accomplished a lot, met practically the entire team, and left with ear to ear grins on our faces. The Florida Marlins may not be an ‘amazing all star’ team, but we have relatable players that care about their fans and take the time to show them that.

I can’t wait until Opening Day!

Before

Before

After

After

The Infamous Tatiana and her 25 autographs!

The Infamous Tatiana and her 25 autographs!

Robert Andino, myself, and the new guy

Robert Andino, myself, and 'the new guy'

Chasing down Cameron Maybin

Chasing down Cameron Maybin

In the Marlins Clubhouse

In the Marlins Clubhouse

Doin it up V.I.P. style, baby!

Doin' it up V.I.P. style, baby!

Jeremy Hermida--totally nice and funny

Jeremy Hermida--totally nice and funny

Chris Volstad- Finally got the little...err... big bastard!

Chris Volstad- Finally got the little...err... big bastard!

Me and Hanley Ramirez... kinda.

Me and Hanley Ramirez... kinda.

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Florida Marlins Vs. Cincy Reds Pt.2

Cincy Reds who? That’s what I was thinking as my Marlins kicked those pesky Reds’ butts in this afternoon’s game! Today was definitely all about the Marlins. Not only did we win, but every single Marlins(aside from Scott Olsen… jerk) was amazing. They all practically signed for fans, they all waved when I greeted them; hell even Pinto held a small conversation with me in Spanish about the horrible Florida heat! They were all simply terrific and absolutely nothing good have made this day any better, or so I thought…. Andrew Miller is amazing! (video coming soon) He is the reason little boys want to grow up and be baseball players. He is wholesome, kind, considerate, and definitely makes time for those who care about him most. Andrew Miller is definitely one of my heroes. 🙂


GREAT seats. 🙂


I am overjoyed.


Hey, Craig Minervini!


What’s up, Ricky?!


How’s it going, Mike?


Hey, Fredi!!!!!!


Me- “Hola, Pinto!” (Hey, Pinto)
Pinto- “Hola” (Hey)
Me- “Como estas?” (How are you?)
Pinto- “Sudando como un loco!” (Sweating like crazy!)
Me- “Yo se, te siento!” (I know, I feel for you!)


Andrew after he saw the poster I made for him. 🙂


Hanley hit two homers this game! He’s baaaack! 🙂


Former Florida Marlin and current Cincy Reds David Weathers and I


FSN’s Craig Minervini and I

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Marlins Get Fried By The Phillies

It didn’t occur to me yesterday afternoon that the Marlins didn’t really stand a chance against the Phillies. Perhaps it was the 10 runs scored in the first 3 innings, but later on that evening, my eyes were opened and my worst fears had been recognized. The Florida Marlins are good, and they are well known for climbing back up on the scoreboard, but there was NO WAY these poor guys could recover from that. Now, the Marlins sit below the Phillies in second place. It is possible for them to reclaim their spot at first, but not if they let games like yesterday evening’s happen again.
Last night’s game brought tears to my eyes and made me utter curse words in numerous different languages. Hendrickson better have a really good excuse for the damage he caused yesterday. The man I thought of as the best starting pitcher for our Marlins has now officially had the worst start of this season. Gonzalez put Badenhop in after the 3rd as an attempt to save the game, but the damage had already been done. Badenhop did slightly better only giving up one home run.
Every ounce of faith I had in the Marlins for last night’s game completely disappeared in the matter of 3 innings. I am hopeful that tonight’s game will have a different outcome, but I am not so sure that it will be possible. I have developed faith in Ricky Nolasco, but now our star player, Hanley Ramirez, won’t even be featured in tonight’s line up due to an injured thumb. A thumb of all things! I’d like to stay positive, but my optimism has suffered a lot these last few games. Despite the obvious pessimism, I will be sticking by the Florida Marlins. I will not choose to become a sellout and select another team to root for. I will, however, elect to kick Tankersley’s @$$ if we end up losing again tonight… whether he even played in the game or not. This game is about sacrifices, Tank. You’re gonna have to take one for the team. 🙂
If I can’t beat the Tank to a bloody pulp, I will just settle for taking the keys to the car pictured below. That may be sufficient payment for the severe emotional stress the Marlins are inflicting upon me. WIN MARLINS, WIN!

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David Slays Goliath

Just like the biblical story of David and Goliath, Ricky Nolasco was set to face the Goliath of his time, Brandon Webb. All thought Ricky’s defeat what inevitable and his victory was improbable; but just like in the story, Nolasco stood strong, obviously had some faith, and took what was his, the win.
At stake was Webb’s chance of making history, and it was Nolasco’s chance to break it. Perhaps it was being matched up against one of the league’s best pitchers, or maybe it was knowing that the entire baseball world would be watching this game, but you could tell Ricky meant business yesterday evening. Last night’s game was a thrilling and exciting game. I may need to stop watching baseball because the last two games nearly gave me a fatal heart attack!
Last night, everyone did their part and they all worked together as a team. Ross played center field and Amezaga played SS, giving Hanley the day off and hopefully helping him get out of that slump he is in. Diamondbacks scored the first run, but not too far after, the Fish scored with Treanor hitting a sac bunt and Gonzo running it in to home plate. We were now tied, which was good, but not good enough.
Something very unexpected occurred next. Cody Ross hit a home run! That homer gave The Fish the lead. By this point, the game was getting me anxious. Lindstrom walked a couple of players and was then set to face two men very capable of hitting a home run. If all these men scored, The Fish would have been done for sure. Luckily, Lindstrom was able to strike the men out and we left this inning in the clear.
In the next inning, Uggla hit his 17th double this season. Gonzo then followed with a single to center, allowing Uggla to score. The score was now 3-1, Fish. All we had to do now was hold our ground and not put Taylor Tankersley in the game. The last two innings were easy ones, but incredibly crucial. If anything went wrong, it would have cost us the game. But we held on and by following those two rules, the Florida Marlins denied Webb his 10th win!


GO FLORIDA MARLINS!

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The Curse Of The Great American Ball Park

You’d think that with the Cincy Reds stadium being so incredibly small, the Florida Marlins would have no problem hitting HR’s and putting the Reds to shame. For some reason, however, whenever the Marlins have come to town (since April 2006) they have bombed terribly in this stadium, allowing the Reds to crush the hearts of Florida Marlins fans. Including last nights game, the Marlins have lost 7 games in a row against the Cincy Reds in this very stadium. So what is it? Their players are too good? That would have been the conclusion that I would have come to if I didn’t know any better. The Cincy Reds are in last place right now.
There must be a curse of some sort. For this years 4 game series, it all started on Monday, when we we tied 4-4, and a cursed voice whispered into Fredi Gonzalez’s ear and told him to throw in Tankersley and see what would happen. Boy, did we see what happened! The second game Cantu blew it by fire balling one over to first… right over Helms head. In last night’s game, Cantu and Hermida helped Nolasco get his loss. Not to mention, Hanley Ramirez trying to steal 3rd and getting thrown out; and Treanor being told by the 3rd base coach to go get to home plate. He is a catcher! He isn’t going to be very fast! While the Marlins eventually tied the game with the Reds in the 8th when Ross corked a 3 run homer, we eventually fell short. Marlins were flying high, until the 10th inning when the Reds claimed their final run, and with it their third win against the Marlins.
You really have to wonder, after watching these games, what mystical powers does this stadium have that leaves our Florida Marlins players crippled? We had a 7-game winning streak prior to visiting this stadium, and now we are on a 3 game losing streak. What is the reason? Is there a logical explination?
For now, all we Marlins fans can do is sit here bewildered and hope that tonight’s game will be the one to break the curse. We can defeat the Great American Ball Park, and we will.

 

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