One Halloween, the trick was on me.
It happened in 2011, at a costume competition in Raleigh, North Carolina, where I was living at the time. It wasn't the Fall Classic I had hoped for during my playing days, but five years after retirement from baseball, it was enough to get the juices flowing. It could have been Yankee Stadium, even though it was really a happy hour spot in the Research Triangle.
Halloween has long been a big deal to my family. Growing up, my brother reveled in what I called "Hack-A-Thon" movies as his apprenticeship to horror costumes.