I remember a time of chaos... ruined dreams... Nutting’s wasteland. But most of all, I remember the man we called Mad Max. To understand who he was we have to go back to the other time, when the world series was in the reach of the Black & Gold and the rivers sprouted great cities of pipe and steel and fire — gone now, swept away. Out of this maelstrom of decay wandered a man - Max, the warrior Max. And it was here, in this blighted place, that he hoped to help the city win again.