The longest game ever played by the Rochester Red Wings was against the Buffalo Bisons at Silver Stadium sometime in the ’60s. I’ve not been able to confirm it, but my memory is that it lasted 26 innings. Steve and I were there with Uncle Ron and Don King. In front of Steve and me was a heavyset man in his 50s, who wore a hat with a deep brim and sat there not moving a muscle all that time. Steve and I had a big bag of peanuts, and we amused ourselves by dropping the shells in the man’s hat brim. The adults didn’t notice until we had it pretty much filled all the way around, from ear to ear. They chewed us out sotto voce and we stopped, but they didn’t have the nerve to correct the situation. I have tried to imagine how they would have done it. Would they have leaned forward and quietly whispered to the mob boss not to move, and explained the situation to him? Whatever they might have done, they didn’t, and we all slunk away at the end of the 26th inning.

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