Merritt Riley

And then all of a sudden, the place went crazy.

So right away, I get up the home plate.

I grab the bat.

At the time, I know that I have to get that back to the dugout.

But I said, you know what?

I know I'll probably get in trouble, but I'm going to wait there.

I'm going to wait there with the bat.

And I want to high-five him when he comes around because he was such a good person to me.

I wanted to show that I'm a Yankee fan, but I'm a George Brett fan.

While I'm standing there at home plate waiting for George Brett to round the bases, the manager of the Yankees, Billy Martin, is on the top step of the dugout.

The veins of his neck just protruding from his neck because he was screaming for his catcher to check the bat, check the bat.

Right after that, the catcher of the Yankees rips it out of my hand, and he begins to inspect the bat for cork.

When players cork their bats, it makes the ball travel further.

It's cheating.

The catcher checked it for cork and then saw that there was no cork, and he just dropped it on the ground right next to me.

Got to be honest, I didn't know what was going on.

At this time, George Brett now crossed his home plate and just went right to the dugout.

I did not get to high-five him because now I was so caught up in what was going on.

Right after that, the manager ends up at home plate screaming, I want that bat checked.

I want it checked for pine tar.