No cable TV at home, a shitty transistor radio in my pocket and another 10 hour day finally ending just as the Game began.
But keeping score wasn't hard at all.
Because all down the avenue, from bar....
....to bar....
....to pizzeria....
...to another bar but this one served sushi....
...to another bar... everyone was watching the game.
Everyone.
Together. Eating, drinking... and all of us, inside pressed against the bar or outside pressed against the window, all of us were holding our breath ...
...three-two count, two outs, two men on base, here's the pitch and he ...
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