About The Author
I saw my first game back in 1987 against the Montreal Expos. I can recall walking up those concrete ramps to the "Uppers" with my family at Shea. The banter of New Yorkers talking about their lives. The smell of hot dogs as the vendors passed by. The darkness of a 7:10 game right before you enter the short tunnel welcoming one of the most magnificent sights you will ever see as a young boy - the green grass of a major league baseball field.