The mood is festive. Time is meaningless. The game is played without a clock. There are no telephones in Left Field. Deadlines are more distant.
Appointments seem insignificant.
Regardless of wins and losses, I always feel better when I leave Dudy Noble than when I arrive. There are few places of which this can be said. Several years ago, during a Regional, Brigham Young played one of the early games in the first round. The gang I hang out with in Left Field always adopts a visiting team. We sent word through our sources to the BYU players, and during the late game a bunch of them arrived at our truck in the Lounge.