I am Grateful to have Lived Long Enough to See the Greatest World Series of All Time
Op-ed by TheWiseOldFart I am enjoying every word I write in this article. I have been focused on the worst thing to happen to my country in history for the last ten years. This story is about heroes, determination, teamwork, and a passion for the game of baseball. I was nine years old in 1955. I had become interested in sports. Los Angeles did not have a major league team, and when baseball games were televised, the New York Yankees would most likely be one of the teams I saw on television. The first book I ever checked out of the library was titled “The Magnificent Yankees.” It was published by Tom Meany in 1952. I enjoyed reading the sports section of the Los Angeles Times. In 1955, when the Winners of the National League, Brooklyn Dodgers, and the American League, New York Yankees, became combatants in the upcoming World Series, the world of professional sports experienced an emotional high. The Dodgers had been in the World Series seven times, and lost: five of those to the Yankees...