The beauty of a successful Fourth of July
As Thursday night's game finally commenced there were two victors — one ephemeral and one eternal. The short-timers, draped in blue and gray were celebrating on the field, lining up and clapping hands. It felt good to win another close game for the Hops, this one keyed by a ten-run
As Thursday night's game finally commenced there were two victors — one ephemeral and one eternal.
The short-timers, draped in blue and gray were celebrating on the field, lining up and clapping hands. It felt good to win another close game for the Hops, this one keyed by a ten-run fourth inning in a 11-6 win over the Ems.
But the tangible victory of the night was one with a plethora of work, the success of the biggest game of the year — a city bound by baseball, patriotism, and happiness.
Sports often produce some of the best stories of continuity. We gravitate to them with ease and cherish them while they last — the best part of each major sports season is that they are seemingly always on. But the not-so-secret truth about it all is that nothing beats the innate desire to watch, witness and appreciate greatness. To capture the monumentality of the moment.
The nature of baseball’s team-based nature facilitates this narrative. One player is responsible for every at-bat, pitch and most defensive plays — but a team of stars can be beaten on any night, regardless of their abilities. This only further lends itself to monotony, each game seemingly insignificant in a 132-game slog. That fact only further serves to enhance the peaks and the valleys of each individual team. In such a dance of a season, teams will inevitably undergo significant changes. Look no further than the Emeralds now having their top three picks from last year’s draft on the team after neither was on the squad two weeks ago. But once in a while, a game arrives which seems to transcend the see-saw nature of sports and produce an awe-inspiring spectacle that leaves fans and players in awe.
After a sell-out crowd filled PK Park, it's now more clear than ever that baseball on the Fourth of July has established itself as that dominant force, a game that lends itself to the average fan and baseball junky alike. Indeed, the Emeralds 11-6 loss against Hillsboro gave fans something they haven’t had seemingly since Opening Day — a goliath of a game.
From Sluggo coming out with the American Flag taped to his back — then banging a trash can like the Astros to spark a rally — to the Emeralds filing out of the clubhouse postgame to enjoy fireworks, Thursday night had all of the action-packed suspense a season-high $25 ticket entailed.
“The Fourth of July is without a doubt, the biggest game of the year… heck last year we had a no-hitter,” General Manager Allan Benavides said pregame.
A lot has changed since four Emeralds combined for a no-hitter in 2023. The team’s future is up in the air, players have been sent up and down — we don’t know where the Sasquatch is. But for one night, all of those things couldn’t feel less significant.
Before Thursday’s game began, the bliss of a perfect Fourth of July could only be discussed in theory. Yes, it would always be a sell-out, but last year’s 102º Temperatures dulled the pitching prowess. However, Thursday night’s mid-80’s sun-splashed temperatures manifested itself as a truly picture-perfect game at the park.
For the three days prior, The Emeralds showcased every bit of their talent, falling down two to one in a six-game series — all of which had included games decided by one-run. Although Thursday's game was less of a back-and-forth affair, the night lended itself to a truly picturesque scene.
The nine-inning chess match from both teams lended itself to plenty of intrigue, albeit ultimately lopsided. But it wasn’t until the night turned dark and fireworks lit up the sky that the night crystallized into perfection.
And as those same pyrotechnics washed over PK Park, an impassioned crowd effusively cheered on. For one night, that’s all Eugene needed.