It was none other than Mike Tyson punching bag Peter McNeeley, who, according to Fitzgerald, slugged Fitzgerald's car once before the columnist was able to drive off and leave the Massachusetts Mauler spewing obscenities. The next morning Fitzgerald called McNeeley and pressed him about the incident. After accusing Fitzgerald of harassing him with the high beams, McNeeley told Fitzgerald, "Look, there were no accidents, no one got killed; what's the big deal?"
Fitzgerald says he asked McNeeley what he would have thought if he had seen another driver behaving so recklessly. Answered McNeeley, "I'd have said, 'What a bleepin' bleephole.' "
Well, you said it.
Wait'til Next Year
Part of being a baseball fan is stepping outside on a summer's evening and deciding to head to the yard and buy a ticket for that night's game. That won't be easy to do in Cleveland next summer. On Dec. 2 the Indians sold the last of the 1.3 million seats that were available for games at Jacobs Field. Only about 500 standing-room slots for each game will go up for sale—and probably be snapped up—after the first of the year.
It's the first time in baseball history that a team has sold out a season before Opening Day. And the Indians say Art Modell is not among the ticket holders.
RIT's Excellent Adventure
On the morning of Saturday, Dec. 2, members of the Rochester (N.Y.) Institute of Technology's hockey team, still feeling heady after a 4-3 win over Division I Air Force in Colorado Springs the night before, drove their rented van from their hotel to nearby Pikes Peak for some scenic viewing. Winger and captain Randy Cheynowski, defenseman Tom Post and forward Shawn Randall, as well as trainer Diman Smith and publicist Jay Whipple, were so taken by the panorama that they were late leaving the peak. On the way back to the hotel they were trying to come up with an excuse to give Eric Hoffberg, who has coached RIT to a No. 3 ranking in the Division III East region, when a pair of improbable alibis landed in their laps.
First, smoke from a raging brush fire darkened the air so that traffic along Interstate 25 slowed nearly to a halt. Then, moments after emerging from the haze, the group saw a car traveling on the wrong side of the road and careering wildly toward them. "We just stared at it," says Whipple. "We didn't really believe what we saw."
The car smashed against a truck and came so close to smacking into the RIT van that Cheynowski, who was driving, had to stomp on the brake. When the runaway car finally slipped off the road and into a ditch, the players, agog, saw there was no one inside. "That," says Whipple, "is when we started freaking out."