A game 29 years ago between the slumping Angels and a bad Indians team remains burned in my memory to this day, but only for what I missed. This was the game that cemented my years-long stance of never leaving a baseball game before the final out.
I have since relaxed this personal rule — everyone has their own schedule, and should enjoy things as much as they want to enjoy them — but at age 15 I was young and idealistic. I was also too young to drive, meaning I was at the mercy of my two older brothers, my ride and companions to a July 28, 1991 game against the Indians at Anaheim Stadium.