He can't remember the author or the name of the book, but Darrel Chase can recall a key element of the plot: A baseball fan journeys back in time with a plan to make himself some quick cash.
"The first thing he does," said Chase, a retired engineer from Bel Air, "he bets on the 1966 World Series because he gets such great odds."That savvy time traveler puts his money on the Baltimore Orioles, who swept the heavily favored, pretty-boy Los Angeles Dodgers in four games.
Adelman spoke on Saturday at the central library of the Enoch Pratt Free Library. Chase was one of just four audience members who rattled around the room, lending credence to Adelman's belief that 1966 is something of a black hole in baseball lore.
"You don't hear people ever talk about the '66 World Series," he said. "If all the Series are a tapestry, that was a thread that got dropped."
Why? Adelman - a thin, 42-year-old Southern California emigre who keeps his hair cropped as close as stadium grass - thinks that's because it was backwater Baltimore playing the role of giant killer. It would have been quite a different media story if, for example, the New York Yankees had eviscerated those mighty Dodgers.
Also, this was a World Series perhaps only small-ball purists can love. Orioles pitching dominated to an embarrassing degree. Dodgers' bats didn't merely fall silent. They were sawdust in motion.
"We just didn't do anything. We got shut out three times," said Jeff Torborg, the Dodgers backup catcher who went on to become a big-league manager and is currently a broadcaster for Fox Sports Network. "Every year there's a team of destiny. I believe that."
The year 2005, as Torborg noted, belonged to the Chicago White Sox; 1969, as most Baltimoreans can attest, was the Year of the Mets. Likewise, for all intents and purposes, the '66 World Series was over midway through Game 1. Frank Robinson and Brooks Robinson hit back-to-back home runs in the top of the first inning. The Orioles jumped out to a 4-0 lead.
The Dodgers scratched back for two runs off O's starter Dave McNally, who gave way in the third inning to reliever Moe Drabowsky.
Drabowsky was the court jester of the bullpen, a man with an endless supply of rubber snakes and M-80 firecrackers. But that October afternoon he was all business, racking up 11 strikeouts in 6 1/3 innings (setting a World Series record), at one point fanning six Dodgers in a row (tying a World Series record).
The Dodgers didn't push another run across home plate. The rest of the Series. Their 33-inning stretch of futility set, yes, another World Series record.
Centerfielder Willie Davis - looking like a man trying to catch butterflies with a baseball glove - was the Dodger who made the most lasting impression, muffing three fly balls in one inning of the second game.
It was quite a comeuppance considering the Dodgers were World Champions in 1963 and 1965, thanks in large part to the looming presence of future Hall of Fame pitchers Don Drysdale and Sandy Koufax.
The Orioles countered with a peach-fuzz starting rotation. McNally, at 23, was the graybeard. Jim Palmer was the youngest: He turned 21 during the Series.
"They had been in the Series all the time," Palmer said of the Dodgers. "For most of us, it was a new experience."
The feeling was so novel that Palmer can recite the exact amount of his World Series-winning paycheck: $11,363.04 - considerably more than his salary of $7,500.
"It's still pretty vivid in my mind," said Boog Powell, Orioles first baseman turned barbecue maven. "I think the celebration was as good as any town has ever had. It lasted about a week."
Adelman began his writing life in fiction, cranking out a Series of six so-called "rock 'n' roll oriented novels" under the pen name Camden Joy (which sounds more like the name of a new Cal Ripken candy bar).