[KCTitus]

So, the fall of 1985, my father and one of my closest friends dad took us boys out to the 'country' for a weekend...we took guns and about a thousand rounds of ammo. We shot those guns until my dads .22 firing pin broke. It was a true father son camping weekend.

Our last night, sitting around the campfire, we listened to Game 6 of the 1985 World Series on my dads Station Wagon car radio. Listening to that fateful 'SAFE' call at first base that essentially won the game for KC, I will never forget.