I was in seventh grade when this story came out and I remember reading it in the school library. For a couple of periods my friends and I were buzzing. The Mets already had Doc Goodon and now this? Sidd Finch was too good to be true. Sure enough, he was. The story was a dirty trick and even if he was going to be a Met I still felt burned.
Apri 1, 1985. I was 32 and fell for the story hook line and sinker. Great writing by a master, George Plimpton.