Back in my frivolous days of youth I had a friend named phil. Now everyone should have a friend like Phil. He always managed to get me in some kind of trouble or another. Phil #1 It was a Tuesday morning in mid June, the phone rang and to my surprise it was Phil. “I’m blowing off work and going to the Orioles game this afternoon” was how it started. I have an extra ticket, and do you want to go with me. It being my day off I said “sure”. Soon we were wending our way up the Baltimore/Washington Parkway on our way to Baltimore. A few beers at a bar in Fells Point, and on to Memorial Stadium. Some where way op in upper deck land in left field, right next to the foul pole, we proceeded to drink more beer and enjoy the game. It being a beautiful summer afternoon we were thoroughly enjoying the game until the sixth inning when Cal Ripken Jr. hit a long fly ball to left field. It had a chance to stay fair and a chance to go foul. Way up to the upper deck it flew, fair, foul, it didn’t matter to Phil. He ran down to the foul pole intent on catching the fly ball, a gust of wind pushed it foul, and there was Phil, hanging over the wall, hanging on to the foul pole, tongue hanging out, arm out stretched, and a perfect landing right into his right hand. At the very same time , there I was trying to drag Phil back. To no avail. The cameras zoomed in and caught the tongued out, arm strechted out Phil, for the whole world to see. It being a Nationally televised game, the whole company that Phil worked at just happened to be watching the game. Poor Phil—suspended for a week. We went to a double header that Saturday The moral of the story is –you fill it in Bill Tait