On June 14th, 1999 I saw a miracle.
I was a college student at the time, and I was the Fenway Park for the first time in years, because I was a college student in Chicago, not Boston. I spent loads of time at the White Sox’s stadium, whatever they called it then, and less time at Wrigley Field, but neither was a sufficient replacement for being at home, so a friend and I booked a trip to a Sox-Twins game on our circuits back home for the summer.
Pitching-wise, we were treated to a start by Minnesota’s Brad Radke, then their ace, which ceased to be a treat when it became apparent he absolutely had it that day.