One thing they didn't have in the 50's was enforced rock music between innings, broadcast at a volume that threatens to cause not just ear damage but brain damage. Again and again, it kicks in just as Mr. Halberstam is elaborating on a point. It's lovely, and very distinctive. At one point, the fans rise, section by section, to take part in the wave. Mr. Halberstam remains seated, radiating disapproval.
Baseball is serious.
The wave is frivolous. Mr. Halberstam wants no part of it. The game he loves is played on the field, and he follows its progress closely, commenting excitedly on the brilliant future that awaits Bernie Williams, the Yankee outfielder, or on Minnesota's unexpected use of the Ted Williams shift. He has every reason to be happy. Truckloads of information.