With Oregon State winning and this being what looked to be the final game, we were sent to wait in the dugouts for the final out and then told to get on the field to keep people off. Now, I am just as fool-hardy as any other cop, but somehow 10 of us vs. 20,000 outraged/elated fans didn’t seem like good odds. But, down to the first base, Oregon State, dugout we went.
All five of us.
One of the five was a BIG guy I had gone to basic training with named Kim. So, here we are, the few, the five, lined up in the dugout. One, two, three outs and out we go onto the field, with me leading. As I run toward first base, several fans had jumped the fence behind me and were heading to the pitcher’s mound.
As I turned, I saw my buddy Kim in a wrestling match with one of them and another fan shouting “That’s my son!” running toward them. What was it – father and son day?! So the father tried dog-piling Kim and the kid. I grabbed him and yanked him off. Just as we stopped moving backward, two of the cops on the field with me pile-drived the dad into the First base coach’s area.
So, both were hauled away, probably to share some father-son time with the earlier pair.
What was really amazing was that I could hear the crowd yelling at the cops when Kim took the first guy down. I truly expected some sort of riot or at least a wave of fans running to the field When I drug the dad off and he got taken down, I heard cheering. Talking to people afterward, the crowd and the press were glad that these guys had been stopped so that the team could celebrate.
I like the CWS.