Not just twenty grand, as it turned out, but VIP box seats to the World Series opener that night. It was Jack's first visit to Yankee Stadium as well as his first time at a Series game. His entrance with Judith, ten minutes before game time, was greeted with cheers and wolf whistles as they sat beside the Yankee dugout.
"My fastball and your curves," he quipped.
"The whistles were louder," she teased him.
The stadium, meanwhile, had him tingling with its awesome history.
"Babe Ruth!" he said, pointing to right field.
"He'd never hit your fastball, Jack."
"He could hit anyone."
"Really? If he played today, how many homers would he hit?"
"Oh, two or three," he replied."Two or three! What's so great about that?"
"Well, he'd be over a hundred years old, Judith." He laughed, then apologized. "Sorry. Old joke."
All jokes ended when the Yankees ran onto the field to crowd sounds louder than anything he had ever heard. As he watched David Cone walk to the mound his throat tightened with envy. What could possibly be a greater challenge than this? Three outs later, he'd be feeling the same thing for Greg Maddux.
Cone, meanwhile, could not be better. Everything he threw was around the plate. He was ahead of every hitter. He had the crowd on its feet repeatedly, yelling for strikeouts. After five innings, no Atlanta hitter got passed second base.