2,130 down, 1 to go O's fans turn tying record to night of cheer

September 06, 1995|By Buster Olney | Buster Olney,Sun Staff Writer

They began to rise, 46,804 prepared to acknowledge greatness, even as Greg Myers' fly ball descended upon center fielder Brady Anderson. The final out for California in the fifth inning, the last official out needed for Cal Ripken to tie Lou Gehrig's consecutive-games streak of 2,130 games.

Ripken ran off the field, but there was no escaping the cheers. His teammates were waiting for him in the dugout, bench coach Chuck Cottier and then Jamie Moyer and, at the last, Anderson wrapping both arms around Ripken.

The numbers hanging off the warehouse were suddenly illuminated, the "Day One" music building simultaneously to the crescendo of cheers. Bodies turned toward the numbers, bodies belonging to the umpires, players from both dugouts, grounds crew members.

A zero rolled over the nine, 2,129 becoming 2,130, and an explosion of cheers brought Ripken out of the Orioles' dugout. He stood and waved, raising both arms, turning to all directions, shaking his head slightly. Camera flashes reacted to his every move.

Ripken looked at his wife Kelly and wiped at his right eye with a finger. A suggestion to her, perhaps, or maybe some self-maintenance. Home plate umpire Al Clark stood 40 feet away and applauded.

Ripken turned and looked at the numbers on the warehouse. Stared hard. Once, and then twice. He raised his arms and looked back into the dugout, where his teammates had formed a wall on the top step; he wasn't going back in. Not yet.

Two minutes and 45 seconds into the ovation, Bobby Bonilla finally relented, waving Ripken into the dugout. But the crowd wasn't finished with Ripken. The faces of he and Gehrig appeared on the JumboTron side by side and the roar pitched again. Unstoppable.

Orioles rookie Curtis Goodwin circled directly in front of the shortstop, holding a minicam, recording history. Ripken smiled. Another small shake of his head, and then he came out of the dugout again.

He slapped his chest and looked around, the message clear: Thank you, from the heart.

Again he retreated to the dugout, and Jeff Manto stepped into the batter's box. But the cheers continued, 4 minutes and 30 seconds and counting, and umpire Clark waved Manto back. Couldn't play in such a din.

"There's no way an umpire is going to steal from a positive moment," Clark said later, "that is not just Cal Ripken's, but all of baseball's."

The crowd called for him, pleaded for him, chanted his name. Ripken smiled an embarrassed smile, sat in the dugout. They kept chanting.

Ripken emerged for the third time, waved and walked back down the dugout steps, and five minutes and 20 seconds after Anderson had gloved Myers' fly ball, baseball and The Streak had resumed at Camden Yards.

They would stand again for him, when he ran onto the field for the top of the sixth, and again after he hit a home run in the bottom of the sixth. And then again for the post-game celebration.

The buildup for this moment started years and months and days and hours before, of course.

Ripken was the last Oriole to emerge from the clubhouse to begin pre-game stretching, and a platoon of photographers and camera people waited for him to step onto the field. They stood in two rows, forming a human tunnel like you might see at the Super Bowl when players are introduced.

Eventually, Ripken sprinted out of the dugout, through the tunnel, before making a right turn toward the outfield. As he appeared, the earliest arriving fans, waiting in the right-field stands, bellowed a collective greeting, and Ripken waved to them. Streak Week: When standing ovations are given during pre-game stretching.

Underneath the stands, a succession of news conferences were being held. Ripken's first manager, Earl Weaver, then Orioles trainer Richie Bancells, and teammates Anderson and Mike Mussina, all offering their particular insights on The Streak.

Weaver: "I moved him [to shortstop] because the team needed him at shortstop. It was no stroke of genius by any stretch of the imagination."

Bancells: "I think it's fair to say that he is what we would call a 'quick healer.' "

Mussina, tonight's starting pitcher: "I don't think it's possible to treat it like any other game."

Yesterday the Camden Yards gates opened at 5:35 p.m., and almost immediately, the place filled, some fans rushing to the concession stands to buy programs, others crowding around the Orioles dugout, searching for a glimpse of the man about to accomplish something that almost nobody believed to be possible when Gehrig's streak ended 56 years, five months and three days in the past.

Almost nobody. Anderson believed. All the way back in 1988, the year the Boston Red Sox traded Anderson to the Orioles, he and Ripken joked about Games No. 2,130 and 2,131. We'll sleep in the clubhouse for a week beforehand, he told Ripken. We'll travel to the stadium in a Brinks truck.

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