The Greatest Game in the Greatest Stadium
I have loved baseball since 1956. I fell in love with the Milwaukee Braves during the summer of 1957, in my eighth year. They were the underdog in the Fall Classic to the much ballyhooed New York Yankees. The Yanks were led by the greatest switch-hitter of all-time, Mickey Mantle; and the greatest post-season pitcher of all-time, Whitey Ford; and also by the ole’ philosopher, catcher Yogi Berra. And their venerable manager was Casey Stengel, who racking up one championship after another during that wonderful era. I still remember running home from school to see the World Series that October and sitting in awe watching the games live from New York’s famous Yankee Stadium. Lou Burdette was lights out in winning the MVP as the Braves won the series in seven games.
Last night, in my fifty-seventh year, I finally saw a game, in person, in venerable Yankee Stadium, built in 1923. The Yanks beat the Rangers 4-3. I sat on row one, in upper deck, right behind home plate. My companion, Jonathan McGuire, is a wonderful young man who is the […]


