Did I hear you say you're going to Mr. Griffith's Stadium?'he asked. Before an answer could be given by the startled pair, the manplopped into the front seat and closed the door behind him. Then, as thecab began rolling up Connecticut Avenue, the intruder tried to make conversation.'Are you folks with the ABA conference?' The father, not about to be cajoled,grunted 'Yes,' then countered, 'And what do you do?' 'I'm a lawyer, too,'the intruder replied. Silence underscored the rest of the trip. Then, whenthe taxi screeched to a stop near the front gate of the ballpark, the interloperhopped out as quickly as he had entered, making no offer to share the cabfare. Once inside the ballpark, father and daughter took seats along thefirst-base line, the taxi incident forgotten as they enjoyed the game.Then, in the third inning, a high foul ball floated their way. The Senatorscatcher bounded toward them, yanked off his facemask, and scrambled toget under the ball. 'Daddy,' the girl cried out, 'that's the man who rodein the taxi with us!' 'I knew it!' the father shot. 'I knew that man wasno lawyer!'
