And then there was the day, in the midst of all this, when Gossage got the call to come in during a close game against Boston at Yankee Stadium. He got into the car in the Yankee bullpen in left centerfield. When the bullpen door opened, Gossage heard a splat. Rivers was sprawled on the hood of the car, feigning anguish and tears.
"No! No!" Rivers cried. "Please don't bring him in! Please! We wanna win! We don't wanna lose!" Gossage howled at him, "Get your ass off of there!" Rivers said, "No! We don't wanna lose!" Gossage promised to send a line drive Rivers' way. "Just get ready to chase the mother down!" Gossage said. Sure enough, on the first pitch the hitter crushed a drive to center. Gossage spun around. "Get on your horse, Mick!" he yelled. Rivers caught it on the run at the track. "I was laughing out loud," Gossage says.
Gossage came around, of course, in time to help the Yankees catch Boston in the frantic race through September. Then he popped up Yaz and beat the Royals and drove the Dodgers to despair. Soon after, he was sitting by Ptarmigan Lake with Kison, trying to picture and hear it again. All he could see was the reflection of the mountains in the lake, and all he could hear was the wind.