“CHALLENGE IT, NED!”
In the final regular-season home game at Kauffman Stadium, a Cleveland runner scores a controversial run to cut Kansas City’s lead to 2-1. A buzz builds in the crowd. And along the third-base line in Section 115, eight rows from the field, a solitary voice yells what everyone is thinking.
Deep, rich and resonant, it cuts through the place like a foghorn. The voice belongs to Chris Stone, who — wielding a foam finger like a fencing foil — is in full fanatical freak-out.