It was 1996 and I was 8 (a few days short of 9) years old. A third grader with a love for sports and it just so happened to be Opening Day for Major League Baseball. Umpire John McSherry was behind the plate and fans eagerly awaited the start of a new season. A mere minutes into the game, McSherry called time, turned to the umpire's dugout, took a few steps and collapsed in a heap on the field....
