Do you remember when Seattle’s air was so electric a honking horn sent an entire sidewalk into a crazy cheering frenzy? Can you close your eyes and see Edgar at the plate in ‘95? Does your breath still catch for a moment as Jack McDowell released the ball? My heart still races when I think of Junior rounding third and the Mariners winning the American League Division Series.
If a family could worship two religions, our second would be baseball. At the heart of those memories is Dave Neihaus. He was often the sixth voice at our dinner table and he is still the voice of the M’s.
I was 10 during the ’95 run – 10, small, and screaming like a banshee at nearly every game. On the way home we listened to Dave’s recaps. It’s a cliché to say the time was magical, but it was. Dave and the Mariners made each person in Seattle more than themselves. His voice bred passion – he literally breathed it over the air waves.
Break out the rye bread and mustard Jesus. Dave’s come home!!!
Grand Salami Sandwich
Serves 1 Mariner Fan
If you were watching in ’95 you saw fans with bread and salami on a string, lowering them into Dave’s box. The call for “Grand Salami Time,” rang through us all, and for Dave it was pretty tasty.
Dark Rye Bread
Slather the mustard on a slice of bread. Slap a piece of salami on top. Eat open faced in big bites.Recipe in print-friendly format