The year was 1995. I was 32.
But after a while, who’s counting? Seriously, you get to a stage in life where you have to stop and think when you’re asked how old you are if you’re asked at all. For that matter, sometimes you’re not sure what year it is. One just blends into the […]
This is the exciting conclusion of 1995. Part I appears in a previous post.
There was one week remaining in the season and I had a ticket for one more game. Actually, I had eight tickets. In ’93, I had the bright idea to lead the magazine on an outing to Shea. It went over so […]
Never mind the duel that never quite developed or that Dontrelle Willis pitched splendidly, batted seventh and probably dragged the infield or that we lost. Thursday night wasn't about that.
This is what it was about.
Carlos Beltran comes to bat in the bottom of the fourth with one out and the score tied. The boos commence. […]