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Denkinger’s nightmare was only beginning. The call that had haunted his consciousness all inning now rushed to the forefront. As he approached the umpires’ dressing room, he spotted Peter Ueberroth, baseball’s commissioner, waiting at the door. He hoped for vindication.
“Did I get it right?” Denkinger asked.
Ueberroth shook his head. “No.”
Denkinger stopped dead in his tracks, his world seemingly collapsing around him. Ueberroth suggested he offer an interview to one writer and one TV reporter. Denkinger agreed. But first he needed 10 minutes—alone—to sort himself out.
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