May 1994 –
I was driving alone in Northeast Philly and past a deli/mart type place but drove past it. I did not turn around because Frankford was too crowded so I continued straight down the road. I found myself at a small store with a huge tv screen inside. It was ten feet square. The Yankees were on. I went in and sat down and started watching the game. The next thing I know, I was at the game-the store and tv morphed int to the stadium and the players on the field.
The stadium was very high, the walls of the seats were real tall and very closely outlined the base lines. I was sitting just inside the baseline on a padded table. On the table next to me were two girls. We watched the game. All I could see was the pitcher pitching. Occasionally, he had to stop and wait for a member of the grounds crew to walk past him with a garbage can, then pass thought a sliding panel in the wall of the stadium. When this happened the first time, the girls and I looked at each other in curiosity.
There was a play at first and the base runner was called out. He lay on the ground near first base and the pitcher pitched to the next batter. The player on the ground looked at me and said, “What the hell are you staring at?” Nothing was what I answered. There was a time out called and everyone headed for the bathrooms. The base runner came over to me and said I’ll show you a shortcut to the bathrooms.
He led me through the secret passage and up and down a series of escalators. There were people all around us, I guess many of them knew the shortcut. We got to the last escalator and he said the bathroom was at the bottom. I started down, but the escalator grew so narrow I could not pass. I came back up and and said it was no use, it could not be passed. A whole lot of guys heard this and got discouraged.
Across the hall was the girls room and we all saw Liz M walk out. She had no pants on but a lot of fishnet stuff on so you could not see anything. A lot of guys were hitting on her and pointing her out. I went into the girls room and pissed.
I came out of the bathroom and lost my guide. I made my way to a seat way up in the stands. There was a man down on the field who, with a microphone, told everyone to throw their garbage down. People started to do so, and the air was full of trash, it was like a ticker tape parade.
At this moment I tried to call Keith and tell him I was at the game. I had been there since lunch time, and it was now 8:00 the next morning. It was too early for Keith, and even though this was a historical event, a game this long, he did not want to get out of bed to watch it.
I went back to my seat and Griffel was sitting two seats down from me. He was about throw more garbage on the field when the announcer said that was enough, the game was about to continue.
While we waited for the grounds crews to clean up the trash, a giant inflatable hand was being tossed around the crowd. The hand was functioning and looked like it was grabbing the people it landed upon. It landed on Griffel and he tossed it onto the field. As it landed, two girls ran out, the girls I was sitting with, and stood under the hand waiting to be hit on by someone. A guy three rows ahead of me climbed down onto the field and knelled before one of them and proposed.
(I woke up and my clock said 8:00 in the morning and I wondered if I really called Keith. I then had to look at the tv to make sure the Yankees were not on.)
