"Bottom line, Powell was 0 for 8 in Games 3 and 7."
"Oh for ocho!"
A nice lady in a Clemente jersey approaches Blass, recalling how she and her girlfriends used to run into him and other Pirates at a bar at the top of the Monongahela Incline.
"The Shiloh Inn!" he says.
"You guys were great—you were always so nice, and perfect gentlemen."
Replies Blass, "Well, that's how it's supposed to be, right?"
The objects of our admiration shrink, sometimes, the closer we get to them. And sometimes they grow in stature before our very eyes. Sometimes it's a really good idea to attend the reunion.