Where do I begin?
I remember my dad driving us cross-country to see this team play. That's how big the phenomenon was at the time.
I was all of 11, when we loaded into the Plymouth Fury, and by the time we made it to Portland, I was amped up to see this 'miracle team' play.
Dad was a student of baseball; he knew everything, everyone and every stadium intimately. When word got around about this team, he had to go, and I was lucky enough to witness firsthand the greatness of this team/organization.
The storytelling of this documentary took me right back to those days and even threw a few curveballs at my brain.
I didn't realize at the time that I had watched Kurt Russell playing baseball, or that Todd Fields was the ballboy, or that Bing Russell was Kurt's dad.
Such a well done picture that really takes you into the time and sets a beautiful scene of triumph, heartbreak and a longing for what used to be.
Thank you for this amazing piece that draws you in and never lets go.
