One day in 1990, I believe, I had to drive back to college from my hometown. It was about a three hour drive. I intentionally left at the beginning of the Cincinnati Reds game so I could listen to it on the radio. Tom Browning took a ho-hitter into the 9th, but lost it to the lead-off batter. I was so jazzed up after the 8th, I was honking my horn driving down Interstate 75.