My baseball road trip predated the chartered buses: Two 15-passenger vans. They put me with the pitchers coming back from a Sunday double-header at Rice after a Saturday rainout. Don’t remember who drove our van but it might have been Doug Clark. Endless game of hearts in the back seat. I think I won one hand the whole 12 hour trip. Had Monday morning class. I missed my 7:30 class but made the 9:30 after my roomie slept through his three alarm clocks (I think he could sleep through World War III)
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