("First Looks and Lasting Impressions of Athletes' Debuts")
July
17, 1997. I was one of almost 52,000 fans in the stands for the game
at the Stadium, a number twice the normal attendance for a weekday
encounter. On the mound was the flamethrower from Japan, the one who
demanded that he play for the famed home team, the New York Yankees.
Draped over the stands that day were signs welcoming what most
expected was the newest in the pantheon of legends of this storied
franchise. Hideki Irabu was sure to be the next Nolan Ryan, only more.
He threw almost 100 pitches in his debut, lasting one out less than 7
innings. The record shows that he gave up 2 runs and 5 hits, and struck
out 9. But what I most remember were the faces in the crowd, many so
different than I was used to seeing. And how, once Irabu left the game,
so did thousands upon thousands who were there not for the outcome
between the teams but for the debut of their hero.
It turned out to be more mirage than miracle. Irabu would last
only a few seasons with the team, and was most remembered for once
being called a "fat toad" by the less than subtle owner, George
Steinbrenner.
Irabu's life would end in tragedy in 2011, a suicide victim.
Maybe the weight of unfulfilled expectations contributed to his demise.
But for one magical moment in the early summer sixteen years ago, he
owned New York.
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