Chapter 1Thecrowd roared. You could hear the yells ten miles away. Baseballfanscan get rather loud. Especially since this is 1986 and they haven’twon a World Series for more than eight decades.
Yougotta love simulators.
Thehigh voltage lights – or I assumed it was high voltage or whateverterm used back in 1986 in New York – bathed the stadium onorange-yellow light. New York fans of that day could be rabid andthese certainly were. They yelled, stomped, cheered, cursed and dideverything but pitch themselves onto the field. I forget whethertheyserved alcohol during the games in 1986 but, due to the noise thatsounded like a dozen 747s flying just over your house, the crowddidn’t need intoxicants to get excited, or loud for thatmatter.
Tenthinning. Two outs. New York Mets batting. One of the
