I know where I was a little after three o’clock in the afternoon on October 13th, 1960. Even though I was only 12, I was smart enough to know that the school bus wasn’t going to get me home in time to see the Pirates bat in the ninth inning.
We were listening to the game on the radio and I made the decision to get off the bus at the shopping center near my house because I knew that all the businesses would have TVs tuned to the game.
I was in the Thrift Drug store and had just bought a 5 cent vanilla phosphate and a 5 cent bag of Snyder’s potato chips when Bill Mazeroski hit the greatest homerun in baseball history and created Pittsburgh’s greatest sports moment.
I jumped off my stool, threw the chips on the ground and started jumping up and down on them. Adults were jumping up and down, screaming and hugging. I think I even got a hug from the lady behind the counter.
I can’t tell you how glad I am that I have the memory of seeing it instead of hearing it on the radio. That was a smart move that I made.
Maz was my favorite player at the time. I was a second baseman and I used to stuff 10 pieces of bubble gum into my mouth when I played so I could look like him with his huge chaw of tobacco.
What a day that was. What a time that was. Imagine the greatest World Series game ever being played in the sunshine instead of the middle of the night when most 12 year olds are in bed.