This was a very nerve wracking game. Rose's homer took so much out of the crowd. Him running the bases swinging a fist up in the air. I'll never forget that. After the game 3 fight and bad behavior of one stupid Met fan who, sitting in the mezzanine section right up back behind me, threw a big liquor bottle. Now people were throwing stuff at Rose for a bit as he took left field, cardboard cups, hot dogs still in their wrapper, any kind of paper goods that was throw-able, and it was kinda funny. It almost looked like it was lightly snowing paper debris of all shapes and sizes just over him from that entire corner of the stadium. Then that bottle went flying over my head, and it was like slow motion how it sailed down and bounced on the turf twice and coming to rest at Rose's feet. There was an audible groan from the crowd. Some went very quiet, some went rabid. I was a quiet one. That was way over the line. I looked back, some people were jumping and pointing to the person who threw it, upper mezz off left field. I could not see the specific person. Only heads, everyone was up on their feet. I don't know if anything was done to the person who threw it. It was bedlam at that moment. I'm not sure if Sparky came out first or Rose walked in. IIRC Rose picked up the bottle and began to trot toward the infield. Sparky was coming out of the dugout and gesturing for his team to come off the field. Anderson stood there,at the edge of the infield dirt and waved them in toward the dugout, and the Reds walked off the field. Any way, long story even longer, when Rose was running around the bases, pumping his fist in the air, that was directed towards us fans. No HR pump before or since was so fitting and so real. Rose got us back the best way possible. On the field with his bat.