What does Tommy Lasorda know that I don't? I could have been a great big-league manager, given the chance. Me, and a million other kids guiding teams of perforated paper cards to the World Series in our bedrooms. Actually, if most of us ever got as far as a World Series, it was because we skipped ahead through at least a portion of the 162-game schedule. I mean, it was a fun game, and all. But, Jeeze, 162 games? That would have taken all summer. And I had to spend at least a little time on the beach, working on that future melanoma. Plus, I didn't want to miss The Young and the Restless!
