It was also a Saturday, on a beautiful autumn day. I was in my OAC year, and I had just started to get to know a girl from a rival school. I had been to her place to see the Schilling-Guzman game, so I invited her over to my parents' place.

We had my whole family there, my aunt and uncle-to-be (recently engaged), my best friend and his then-girlfriend, and the person whom I would date for nearly four years to come.

It was good times with great company. The funny thing about the bottom of the ninth was, I didn't think there was even a chance Mitch Williams would nail down the save.

No exotic stories for that particular night, but I was in the Dome (200 level) the next afternoon for a rebroadcast of the game and the conclusion of the parade and ensuing ceremony.

In my living room with my whole family. Just like a year before when we all saw (in disbelief) the first world series win for the Blue Jays. In '93, it was a lot more dramatic. I used to laugh when I would see fans in the stadium praying for their team to win, but I'll admit I did the same during that 9th inning. When Carter hit the home run, I jumped up and down, likely making a headache for the downstairs neighbors (I lived in an apartment at the time).

Great memory...when will we ever see that again in Toronto baseball? God only knows.

I was only 10. But frig, what a shot.
I was at the game that year when they won the ALCS. Such great memories. Chanting "We want Ex". Pretty great.
Then after the game a news paper guy was looking for a quote, and asked me how the game was. I simply replied "good". B/c I was a really shy and quiet kid. Then i was all disappointed when my quote didn't make the paper. Lol.
... Good times

I was still living at home at the time, in Oakville. I was watching the game in the living room with my sister and her friends. When Carter hit the home run, they didn't really get that the Series was over. "That's it? They just win?"

I was 11, watching the game with my dad in the downstairs rec room and when he hit the homerun I jumped off the couch and smoked the ceiling with my noggin. That was amazing to see my favourite player ever hit a homerun like that.

I was 46 and at home (at that time) in Terrace, BC. What a feeling!

Incidentally, I taped all the JAYS 92 and 93 playoff games including the 2 WSs. Also got HOURS of the celebrations and parades from TSN coverage. This christmas I'm getting a VCR to DVD recorder and I'm going to digitalize the whole thing. Every month or so I still pick out a tape of one of the playoff/WS games at random and watch it. Never get tired of it!!!

Go Jays

PS I recently re-watched Schillings game 5 (I think) effort against us when he was with the Phillies. He WAS / IS a great pitcher!

I was in section 420, row 13, seat 9. Being 12 years old, I was actually standing ON seat 9, a necessity in order to see over the people standing in front of me. The whole night is a blur but I can clearly remember my dad and I staring at each other, mouths agape for at least thirty seconds. We didn't say a word. We didn't have to.

Obviously that should say section 520.

I was watching the game in the basement of our house. I was nine years old and I was really mad that I had fallen asleep during Game 6 last year. I was so tense for the Carter at-bat that I was standing up, and when he hit the ball out I started jumping around like crazy. All I remember is jumping around and high fiving my Dad.

It was an unbelievable moment and it's something I'll always look back on and treasure. I only wish I was a bit older so I could have appreciated it more.

I was six years old, and I remember the homerun, but not my reaction afterwards. I think the game ended around 11:30, so I was probably dead tired. It's terrible that I don't have any memory of my celebration after the homerun, though. It was the greatest moment of my life. Although, I've seen it many times since then and it's just beautiful to watch.

And I never get tired of hearing Tom Cheek's call. I could listen to that forever.

I was in the auxiliary press box, down the 3B line (the football press box.) Spent the whole series adjusting to the new view. Balls would be hit into the air and I didn't know if they were HRs or pop flies to short...

The Carter at bat... he was fooled so badly on the 2-1 pitch (swung and missed a slider at his shoe tops) that I looked immediately at the on-deck circle. And saw Alfredo Griffin swinging a bat. And I thought, Gaston's not going to let Griffin hit with two out and the tying run on second. Who's left... Darnell Coles... if they do tie it up and Coles stays in... does he play 1B and Sprague goes back to 3B...

Then Carter hit the ball, which looked like a mile high pop to 3B from where I was. By then, of course, I had re-learned an old lesson - don't watch the ball in flight, watch the fielders. They always know. And Incaviglia was running for the wall... and it went over...

And I said "Holy Sh*t!!!" and started tapping away at the keyboard

H - (hit in play)
next menu

H - (HomeRun)
e370h - Direction, Distance, Velocity
next menu

WP-Ward
LP-Williams
Attendance-52195
Time of Game - I couldn't hear the announcement, because the SkyDome was making just about the loudest roar I ahve ever heard in my life. I had to phone down to Howie Starkman to confirm the time was 3:27. Howie didn't much care at that point.

And, frankly, neither did I.

http://retrosheet.org/boxesetc/B10230TOR1993.htm
Just thought I'd post the boxscore and play-by-play. COMN.

I was in Grade 12, watching the game at home with my Dad. He's an Indians fan and I've always cheered for the Expos, so we weren't actively rooting for the Jays that much. But it was the World Series, so we watched with great interest.

Our reaction when Carter hit the home run wasn't so much "The Jays win!!" as "OMG.. Did I just see what I think I saw?!?". Neither of us could believe our eyes.

I wasn't a baseball fan back then but I had the tv turned on when Carter hit the HR off Mitch "Wild Thing" Williams.

Neither of my parents were baseball fans---in fact, in rural Alberta it's almost impossible to find another baseball fan. However, my uncle moved in with us for a time in the late 80's and he was a huge fan---he completely swept me up in the greatest game ever concieved.

I was 12 years old when Carter hit the bomb, sitting in a wooden rocking chair at home in my living room in Innisfail, Alberta. I remember when Carter hit the ball I stood and when the ball went over the wall I raised my arms. Great moment.

I remember thinking, not just in game 6 but throughout the Series, "Are they really going to keep bringing in Williams in key situations? Because the Jays have owned him since he was with Texas."

I was at the game sitting in the upper deck in right field. I skipped a few tests while I was attending the University of Delaware to fly to Toronto for the game. It was the most incredible and exciting moment of my baseball fan life. I wouldn't trade it for anything. To this day, I remember every second of that moment so vividly. I can't believe it was 11 years ago already. I hope that magic can be restored to the Jays again sometime soon.

Section 241, Row 7, Seat 101. Not too far above where Joe's ball landed. We all lost sight of it before it went over the fence, but I was close enought to know it was going out.

I had just come back to Toronto the day before. Back then, I used to go to a conference every October, and now often remember them by when they occurred during the LCS or World Series. (In '92, the conference was in San Francisco, so I was able to go to the Alomar/Eckersley Game 4 in Oakland. Yelled so much I lost my voice the next day when I had to give a presentation at the conference. But I still enjoy the front page of the Oakland Tribune the next day, "A's blow it". When the Jays won the ALCS, the headline was "Sky Doom").

Anyway in 1993, I was in Orlando for the beginning of the World Series. My last night there I watched Game 5 with mixed feelings. Did I want the Jays to win it that night? I had tickets for Games 6 & 7 back in Toronto.

I'm still glad Schilling beat Guzman that night.

I was in the television room at Montreal Diocesan Theological College with about 30 of my closest friends and enemies. I do remember that I was about as wired on caffeine as I ever have been... I'd been drinking coffee steadily all day, topped it off with a whole whack of coffee at dinner and I'd been drinking Jolt or something (not beer, for some reason). I was talking about a mile a minute through the whole game and looking back I can't believe someone didn't lock me in a closet or something.

My girlfriend at the time was the only person in the room cheering for the Phillies, which sort of threw a damper on the whole celebratory aspect for me - very hard to even gloat, let alone properly celebrate, under those circumstances. (I actually had two girlfriends at the time, who lived at opposite ends of the same hallway, but only one could stand to watch baseball, or even understand it).

There was this incredible noise, that apparently woke a few people upstairs in the residence (which they were of course not happy about) and a lot of considerable happiness, and I remember distinctly having a girl I'd had quite a thing for give me a full-body press as we were mostly all jumping around.

Good times. Being in Montreal, there wasn't the spontaneous celebration that there was in Toronto, but I did go out walking around the McGill ghetto a short while later and there were quite a few revelers going from place to place.

I was at a bar on Dundas East just 100 metres from Yonge street. The room in the pub in which we were watching the game was packed. When the Jays mounted their rally, I was not at all confident in Carter getting the job done. When he hit the fly ball, I thought it would be caught for sure, but when it disappeared over the wall it was instant pandemonium.

I didn't see him circle the bases because everyone in the room was jumping up and down. My friend and I decided to see what was going on outside. We could see Yonge street slowly filling up as we walked towards it. Within 5 minutes the place was packed with revelers - and I mean body to body packed. A few of the cars driving at the time got stuck in a mob of people and I noticed that the occupants were petrified as fans pounded their cars exuberantly.

I remember that one guy stripped to the waist and climbed a street sign post very near the Yonge-Dundas intersection. The cops eventually talked him down. We spent the next 45 minutes wading through the crowd, whooping it up and high-fiving passers-by. We eventually decided to my apartment, about 3 km from downtown.

There were very few negative incidents reported and there were an estimated 1 million people on the streets of Toronto that night.