Welcome to his world for the next 30 days, where, if it's the right Tuesday, it probably means he's rolling into Houston.
Scott, a retired certified public accountant from Somers Point, N.J., will be at tomorrow afternoon's Texas at Oakland game. He drove there with his sister-in-law, Jane Scott, who lives outside the nation's capital. Last night, he was in Yellowstone Park, and listened to the Phillies-Rockies game on the radio. Today, they will pick up his brother, Ed, at the Salt Lake City airport, and head to Oakland.
Each day from tomorrow until Sept. 4 (Cincinnati at Atlanta), he and a companion will catch another game, in a different major league town, 30 in all. By the time he is through, he will have covered just over 15,000 miles. Jane is sticking with him for the first six games before flying home. After that, others will take her place, including friends and one person he never even knew until recently. And except for one flight that wasn't in the original itinerary, it will all be done by car.
"We're just baseball fans," says Scott, who saw his first game on July 4, 1942, at Shibe Park, a doubleheader between the Phillies and Dodgers in which the visitors took the opener, 14-0, behind a pair of home runs by Johnny Rizzo. "We love the game. They'd all like to do it longer, but either feel like they can't or can't because they have other commitments."
He, on the other hand, is a veteran, having made a similar trip in 1995 when there were still just 28 teams. He was going to do it in '94, but the players went on strike.
"I had it all planned out," he says. "Bought all the tickets. But I got my money back. They all sent me a check. So I scheduled it for '95. And I did it."
His wife, Pat, who died 2 years ago, saw the first two games with him, in Anaheim and San Francisco.
