Game day had finally arrived. Adrenalin was my
main power source after sleeping at the Kingdome for three straight nights. The
Groundskeepers had the field looking better than ever. Red, white and blue
draped the gray concrete in every imaginable space.
As the day marched on, players arrived and a
constant buzz of activity nested on the field. Dignitaries and stars came and
went. I saw more people in the clubhouse than ever. In today's game, I don't
think you would ever see access like in those days.
In one quiet moment, I walked through the dugout
out on to the field. The television crews were laying cable and positioning
cameras and I looked to my left and noticed an older man sitting by himself on
the dugout bench.
