Come Tuesday and the All-Star Game, Don Aase's memories will come rushing back: his selection to the 1986 American League team, that ninth-inning call to the bullpen and the plaudits the Orioles pitcher received for saving a 3-2 victory.
"That game was a highlight for me," said Aase, 62. "It was something I really appreciated, especially years afterward."
His performance that night at the Astrodome in Houston was the apex of Aase's best year in baseball. A mustachioed reliever for four seasons in Baltimore (1985 through 1988), he went 6-7 with a 2.98 ERA and 34 saves, then a club record, in 1986. His effort softened the blow of the Orioles' last-place finish in the AL East and earned Aase the team's Most Valuable Player award — a mantel clock which he keeps on a shelf in the living room of his home in Yorba Linda, Calif.
"Winning the MVP, with the likes of Cal Ripken, Eddie Murray and Fred Lynn on that team, was a big honor for me," said Aase (PRONOUNCED AH-SEE).
He entered the All-Star Game as the majors' top reliever (23 saves, 2.42 ERA) and proved it with just two pitches. Summoned in the ninth, with runners on first and third and one out, Aase took the ball from manager Dick Howser (Kansas City Royals), who told him, "We're up by a run, go get 'em."
At the plate was Chris Brown, of the San Francisco Giants, who'd doubled in his previous trip. Aase fed him a 92 mph fastball, outside.
"I threw it as hard as I could, but the ball had nothing on it," he said. "I was 90 percent fastballs, so I knew he was expecting another. Now, I wanted to throw a slider, and I was hoping the catcher (Rich Gedman of the Boston Red Sox) would call it."
A slider it was. Brown hit a bouncer to second baseman Frank White (Royals), who stepped on the bag and threw to first for a double play. Game over. The winners went nuts, having triumphed for the second time in 15 years. Aase, who'd undergone elbow surgery several years earlier, was now, at age 31, a big shot.
"I don't remember the reporters' questions," he said. "I was on cloud nine. You dream about those kinds of things happening."
It took time to scrape him off the clubhouse ceiling.
"In two pitches, it was over. I'm thinking, 'Now what do I do?'" Aase said. "I had all this adrenalin going; it takes a long time to wind down from something like that."
Returning by taxi to the hotel that night, he turned to his wife, Judy, grasped her hand and whispered, "Nobody can ever take this away from me."
In hindsight, he said, his success with the Orioles began when Earl Weaver became manager for the second time, in mid-1985. A free agent who signed a four-year deal for $2.4 million, Aase stumbled early that season. Against Boston in June, Aase allowed seven earned runs in the ninth inning of a 12-0 loss, prompting then-manager Joe Altobelli to punch, and then kick, a wall.
"It was a tough start," Aase said. "When Earl came, he pulled me into his office, looked at my stats, threw them away and said, 'You're my No. 1 [reliever].' He went with his gut, and him showing confidence in me really changed things around."
Injuries cut short Aase's career. In August 1986, he hurt his back while lifting his 4-year-old son. Soon after, he lost both games of a doubleheader against the Oakland Athletics. Shoulder surgery sidelined him most of the following season, and after a forgettable 1988, the Orioles let him go. Aase retired in 1990.
Nowadays, he works as a senior project executive for a waterproof company.
"I've been plugging holes of some kind all my life," he said.
At 6 feet 3 and 250 pounds, Aase isn't far off his playing weight (235). While in good health, he's glad his name is at the front of baseball registers.
"I can find myself easily, which is a good thing because my eyesight is going," he said.
Married 36 years, he has three children and six grandkids, with whom he plays catch.
"I just lob it around," Aase said. "If I tried to throw it 92 [mph] again, I'd be in the hospital the next day."
His advice to the youngsters?
"Give 100 percent," he said. "The worst thing you can do in life is to have regrets."