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Real Garbage Time
Tom Verducci
October 16, 1995
"Take me out to the ball game? Buy me some peanuts and a flak jacket"
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October 16, 1995

Real Garbage Time

"Take me out to the ball game? Buy me some peanuts and a flak jacket"

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Even during batting practice before Game 1, according to Mariner pitcher Bill Risley, "the fans were throwing all sorts of stuff at us—nickels, dimes and pennies—and a couple of the guys got sick of it and decided to go in [to the clubhouse]." Risley remained in the outfield but concerned himself so much with what was flying out of the stands that he did not see the line drive that struck his left ear, knocking him unconscious.

So dangerous was the visitors' bullpen, which is located in front of the leftfield bleachers at Yankee Stadium, that Mariner coach Matt Sinatro refused to stand near the bullpen telephone because he would be in the fans' line of fire. "We couldn't communicate with the bullpen," said Seattle manager Lou Piniella. "They were scared to answer the phone."

At the worst, someone gets hurt. At the least, the Grand Game is dragged down another level. What's next? Moats? Electrified fences? Not yet, though beefed-up and more visible security is appropriate. Does anybody believe the damage done by an expanding legion of louts will subside without something being done? It is not a small issue, not with the integrity of the game and the welfare of its players at stake.

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