Bernstein—Not Springstein is the Boss Here! It was the summer of 1982. I was 19 years old, just after my freshman year of college. I left the comforts of my Sumter, South Carolina home and traveled to Keyport, New Jersey because I heard of something called The Jersey Shore League, where college kids could play summer baseball. I lived with a guy from my college team named Nick Russo. He could really hit. His batting average was over .400 that season so I thought it would be a good idea to...