This may have been the first game I attended on my own. During the years of ’67 and ’68, my father worked in Manhattan and commuted via the LIRR. On Weekends and holidays, I could use his commutation ticket into NYC for free. If I had .30 cents for the round trip subway fare, .50 cents for a bleacher seat and .25 cents for a scorecard, then I was set to see the game. I would pack a lunch, but if I had some extra money, I would stop at this one coffee stand somewhere in Penn Station located near the tunnel that led to the D train and get myself 3 cinnamon sugar crullers for the ride home on the train. I don’t know if that stand is still there, but I can still taste those crullers. Too bad I can’t remember this particular game as well as those crullers.