Its been 30 years since the road trip with my father to watch the NY Yankees play against the Blue Jays. Still is feels like yesterday. We traveled more than 5 hours to get to Yankee Stadium. I can remember the run down hotel we stayed at, a car upside down on fire, and the first glimpse of the stadium. I spent most of the game trying to track down fouls balls with no luck. Seemed like I had free rein to roam where every I wanted. The Yankees won with a walk off homer. How could it ended any better. How about running into Dave Righetti and getting a signed ball.