I was 11 years old, sitting in the lower grandstands on the first base side for Game 5 of the ALCS. The Brewers had taken the lead in the 7th and Don Baylor comes up in the 8th. Among many other Angels, he was a problem at the plate. He gets a hold of one and I'll never forget watching the parabola of his sky-high shot to left-center, thinking to myself, "Crap, this game is about to be tied again after that nice comeback." Of course, it didn't go out and Marshall Edwards made a leaping catch at the wall to save extra bases. And while my Wauwatosa friends and I used to dive into bushes for a few years afterwards to imitate it (we called wall-scrapping catches "a Marshall Edwards", just as we called blocked shots in the driveway "a Harvey Catchings", or later, "an Alton Lister), I never shook the feeling that the Brewers dodged a giant-Don Baylor-sized bullet. RIP to a really good hitter, and by almost all accounts, a very good man.