This was silly, boundaryless, highly unusual and deeply intoxicating fun that was had by everyone from the twerking umpires to the do-si-doing concession stand workers, from the youngest kid in the stands to the oldest player on the field.
The story might as well start at midnight, at the Truckee, California, Greyhound station, in the winter of 1982-83. It's a blinding snowstorm, and there's.