On October 2, 1995, as I drove to work at a large Eastside software company, I heard about the one-game playoff against Langston and the Angels that had just been scheduled for that evening. During the day, I decided I couldn’t miss that game, though I’d have to leave work early to get to the Kingdome on time. I felt a little sheepish, skipping out for that reason, but I logged off and walked the few feet to my manager’s office to explain why I was leaving early. Hmmm, what would he say? It didn’t matter: My manager was also packing up his stuff — to go to the game!
By Paul Schafer