Yesterday I got my Big League callup from the White Sox in MLB09; after two years in the minors and fighting off stiff competition in Spring Training, I made the #4 starting pitcher's spot.
First game of the season and my big league debut was in New York against the Yankees, where I was booed to the mound by the home fans.
Pitched seven innings, allowing one run, and getting the Win. It was tough at times, and the game really managed to create an atmosphere which made you really feel you were pitching at Yankee Stadium. I am absurdly happy, for some reason.
It's all downhill from here. I'm afraid to pitch my second game.
Must go and give LA Noire a blast for a couple of hours.