“The seventh game of a World Series has no parallel. What begins in February with ballplayers shedding winter fat lasts through the anticipation of Opening Day, the dog days of August, and, if the fans are lucky, a gut-wrenching pennant race. The two best teams square off as autumn begins to send the mercury down a few notches. Whatever happened in the previous 162 games is irrelevant. Nobody cares. Or remembers.
“For the Yankees it had nearly been a tradition since World War II to appear in the World Series, but. the Giants hadn’t been there since 1954, when Willie May performed what some consider to be the greatest catch of all time when he race toward the outfield fence and caught a Vic Wertz fly ball with his back to the inflamed, then whirled around and fired the ball.”