Evidence of me at Veterans Stadium. I'm the one in the middle who looks placid -- despite the fact that the heirs to my childhood idols, the 1980 World Champion Philadelphia Phillies, did not appear even to be trying to beat the despised and miserably bad Cincinnati Reds. It was a grand night to watch a game. Shame one wasn't happening in front of us. I must say: I was just damned glad to be there.