Once a year I go to a Phillies game with my brother-in-law, who is a doctor and gets tickets from a pharmaceutical co. for seats directly behind home plate. One year I called my daughter at home to put the game on as we are on tv for the entire game. I told her I was on tv and she said, "Well, I'm watching something else right now. Can you call back later?"

Anyway, I enjoyed those seats at old Vets' Stadium where only a one inch panel of plexiglass separated me from Terry Francona and then Larry Bowa. I was practically in the dugout.