Tuesday, June 24, 2008


Growing up, I remember legendary things, some of them painful. Yanks out-scoring the Pirates, 55-27, but losing the 1960 Series. I don't remember actually watching it, being not quite two years old at the time, but I remember the pain. Maz, with the walk-off Series winning homer. Won the Series, cost the ol' Perfesser his job. Bill Mazeroski was a wonderful player and turned a beautiful pivot at second. I respect him, and so I hope no one takes personally what I am about to say: Fuck you, Maz.

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