![]() Once the leaves start turning orange, auburn and fire-engine red, though, the voices of Curt Gowdy and Vin Scully echo through my brain, and I think of Bill Mazeroski’s 1960 Game 7-winning blast, still my most vivid baseball moment.īut you know how it goes - puberty kicks in, you go off to university and fly the coop to make your own way in the world, and Mom tosses out your baseball cards. Attention spans were longer then, one reason why baseball mattered more. Before interleague play and playoffs diluted it, the World Series was simply a clash of two league champions. Back then, the Fall Classic was played in the afternoon, there was no DH and no artificial turf. ![]() ![]() And while I no longer follow baseball, each World Series always makes me nostalgic, evoking memories of watching an inning or two with my father at lunch hour, then racing home after school in hopes of seeing the game’s conclusion. ![]()
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