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My brother and I were at Anaheim Stadium to see, iirc, an A's Angels daytime doubleheader. When they landed on the moon, they put up the announcement on the leftfield scoreboard. However, there were only about 8-9,000 people in the stands at the time, so the applause wasn't very loud.
My dad picked us up after the game and we were all glued to the tv (a black and white Zenith) for the next several hours. I can still remember watching it like it was just yesterday.
I was in Newfoundland at the time. I phoned a friend that I kept in touch with a couple of times a year, and she asked "Are you watching TV?" I said no, why, and she said men are landing on the moon. I had an old TV set that I kept under the kitchen table in my small apartment, but I hardly ever turned it on except to watch sports once in a while. Sports events on TV were interrupted often enough to show various blastoffs, spashdowns, and "Heidi" and I was quite weary of them all.
I had a feeling the live coverage of such things was because, in the depths of their black souls, people wanted to see someone die on live TV, which was a programming temptation that the networks resisted. Viewers finally got their wish a couple of decades later, and after that, they seemed to lose interest. I didn't see that, either.
Nah, that's why they watch NASCAR.
I imagine people watched it for a number of reasons, including the reason we watched it. A sence of being a part of History as History was occuring.
I was in the military and stationed at the American Embassy in Singapore working a late night shift. We received many calls from locals that night simply wanting to congratulate the US for having made it to the moon. I guess we were a lot more popular overseas than we are now.
I distinctly remember the day. I was a merchant seaman, had made a port call at Valparaiso, Chile....got a day off..Accompanied a Chilean fellow crewman on a bus trip up to Santiago. He went to see his brother, I took off down the street on my own, and there, at a news stand, was the huge banner "HOMBRE en la LUNA". My imperfect Spanish was enough to get the message. It was a huge moment in history.
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