And most of the
summer of 1978 spent in a darkened kitchen with Channel F.
I got on the
phone to a guy who works at ABC, the network that would televise the playoff
game. Their truck was up there now, I assumed, with everyone's credentials in
order. The guy at ABC owed me $150 and a copy of Frank Sinatra's rare Close to
You album that I had lent him for taping six months before.
The guy at ABC
was at home asleep.
I'll do my best," he said, "but it's slim city."
He called me at
eight in the morning. A press pass would be waiting in my name at the front
desk of The Ritz Carlton Hotel in Boston. "If anyone asks, you're with
Channel 7 in New York," he said. "But you've got to be dignified, or
I'm in the toilet."
"Have I ever
not been dignified?" I asked.
said. "Yes," he repeated softly.
LOU PINIELLA: We
had dinner around eight. Me and Catfish and Thurman. After dinner, we went over
to a watering hole, Daisy Buchanan's. We had a couple of drinks, and we talked
about the game. I remember that we all thought it was ironic justice that these
two good teams should wind up like this after 162 games. Like it was just meant
to be. Some of the fans in there, they recognized us, and they ribbed us about
how we were going to get beat and all. But, you know, we all felt pretty
confident because of the series in September when we came up to Fenway and beat
'em four straight. We all love to play at Fenway Park, and we talked about it
In the morning I
got up early, around nine, and had my usual breakfast: corned beef hash, three
eggs over lightly, an order of toast, orange juice. I like to play on a full
stomach. It's just the way I am.
I got to the park
around noon. I felt nervous, but it's good to feel nervous. It puts an edge on
things. In the clubhouse about 12 guys played cards. It kind of relaxed us. I
thought about Torrez. I never hit him too well.