Word: stadiums
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...soon as the 1973 campaign began, I rushed down to Veteran's Stadium to watch not the Phillies, but the professional vendors. I noticed two types of real hawkers: the 40-year veterans who sell year-round, and the college kids from the Mainline area who work from May to September. I realized I couldn't vie with the aging hustlers. These lower-deck professionals had techniques and aisle space-rights not to be violated by any rookie...
When spectators saw that they and athletes have similar lives, fan involvement increased. The increased fan identification with the players led to the bottle-throwing incident in Shea Stadium during last season's N.L. playoffs. Poor little Bud Harrelson had to be protected from the big brute, Pete Rose, and bottles were a handy weapon...
...exactly coincide with those of the liberal Globe either. In 1971, after Frazier savaged the TV performance of five earnest young Boston reporters, attacking them mainly for looking tacky on camera, Editor Tom Winship sacked him. Frazier promptly hired a small plane to fly over a jammed local football stadium trailing a banner: BRING BACK GEORGE FRAZIER. He was soon rehired...
Here was the man from Yankee Stadium, dressed in a solid black robe that looked so incongruously effeminate on his ponderous frame. His face seemed lonely without the company of a cigar. Here was this white norteamericano perfunctorily reading prayers in Spanish that probably none of these impoverished peasants could understand. What was more, four or five of the deceased's friends were smoking cigarettes. They had an almost compulsive look on their wind-burnt faces as they held the cigarettes up to their mouths and inhaled frantically, like teenagers trying to get the most out of each drag. Dark...
...didn't look like the wan, grey-haired, dark-eyed priest I'd expected to encounter. He would have looked more appropriate sitting in the bleachers at Yankee Stadium, a hot dog in one hand and a cold beer in the other. More than his red fleshy nose, more than his lethargic eyes, more than the deep clean wrinkles on his receding hairline, it was his hat that made him appear so unecclesiastical. It was the type of hat that one expects to find on a cigar-smoking bookie or on someone who scalps tickets at a football game...