As a Yankee batboy, I was dreaming of the day that I would possibly be drafted by the team I was working for, the Yankees. Everyday I would get to the clubhouse very early so that I would complete my chores before batting practice started. I would have all the towels folded, all the underwear’s in each players locker, the equipment in the dugout and I would be ready for Thurman Munson’s hamburger run to McDonald’s.