Game 7 of the 1960 World Series is hardly a high point of the Yankees tradition. It ended with one of the most memorable home runs in baseball history, but that home run was hit over Yogi Berra’s head, not off the end of his bat.
So why choose that memory as one of the guest posts?
I guess it was partially because that’s what Frank wanted to write about — some bad memories stick with you longer than the good ones — but it was mostly because Frank’s story seemed to be the perfect snapshot of what it is to be a fan. Even the mighty Yankees fall sometimes, and the newspapers are poetically late that day.
As for my most vivid Yankees home run memory, it’s a bit more recent and a bit more positive. It comes from my first year in Scranton, which was also my first year living outside Middle America and in the midst of the Yankees Universe. It was Game 7 of the 2003 ALCS. I was at work, and another writer and I actually ducked into the assistant managing editor’s office so we could focus on the game. The place erupted when Aaron Boone hit his home run, then we all went back to work trying to update the sports section.
The last of the Pinch Hitters is tomorrow morning, and the whole series has been about bringing new and different perspectives to the blog. Sam and I are both in our early 30s, and we will simply never be able to write first-hand about being a newspaper delivery boy in 1960 hearing Bill Mazeroski’s home run on the radio. That’s where Frank comes in.
It might be a crushing story, but it’s a great story.