Look who’s waving at us guys.

Seen at the ball park.
There were Wayne, Rich, Warren, and me. All headed to Dodger stadium Warren, the guy with connections had box seat tickets about 10 or 12 rows back from the expensive dugout seats behind Homeplate. As far as I could tell our seats were better seats to view a baseball game.
I and others, on a previous occasion, have sat in the cheapest seats behind center field wall. And at that time costing about fifty-cents each. Not bad seats but one does get lost in the general buzz going on around that section. Usually, a section filled with working class dads and their sons with fielder mitts. All coming and going to the hotdog stand or men’s room. If you were sitting way out in and behind the center field wall the behind pitcher and second baseman, it would sometimes be a bit difficult seeing what the batter was doing.
At another game, I and others have had seats back about a dozen rows along the first base line near first base. Good enough seats to see most any play and especially in the infield.
Then one time, my wife and I had seats back a ways and in the second level along the third base line somewhere between third and home plate. Tickets given to us by one of L A’s county supervisors.
But back to Wayne, Rich, Warren and me sitting behind the umpire and catcher. The Dodgers had just finished the first of a doubleheader. It was over in a flash and was pitched by a guy named ‘Mudcat’ Grant. Probably one the fastest game pitchers. Meaning he did not fool around at the rubber and pitched them quickly one after the other. And this was back in the late 1960s. Long before major league baseball thought of the so-called ‘Pitch Clock.’ Zip pop zing. It was over.
Now it was more or less half time and the field crew was grooming the dirt infield and we guys just got back from buying drinks. We were sort of at a lull between games as nothing was going on. You could hear the voice of Vin Scully over the stadium broadcast system.
Then suddenly this guy in a dark tailored suit climbs out of the dugout seats in front of us and stands on top and starts waving at all the baseball goers. He had long black stringing hair. The way he poised himself you would have thought he was the reason Dodger fans came to the ball park. So, he kept on waving and shouting. A recognizable figure. It was the one-hit-wonder, Tiny Tim. The same guy who sang Tiptoe through the tulips in a high-pitched gargled falsetto voice. The same guy and Miss Vickey who were married on the Johnny Carson Tonight show. The first of the kind. None the less, it broke up the lack of excitement at the ball park.
Then the pitcher and catcher started to warm up and the focus was on the field once again. Thank goodness. Play ball!