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by bradshaw2ben » Mon Jul 22, 2019 5:25 pm
I went to 67 games that year. My last year without a driver's license, so it was one of the few things I could do to get out of the house, and I embraced it fully!
That team was magical... Pops had such a knack for the clutch hit. If you needed a ground ball, he'd hit one. If you needed an RBI single, he'd get it. If you needed a double or a HR, he got those, too. Chuck Tanner pressed every button, lived and died by his platoons (how do you deal with having 4 great OF? You platoon!), used the entire 25 man roster and then some, made all the right moves.
Teke and Grant Jackson were as good a late bullpen lockdown as you'll ever see.
I remember Dale Berra hitting a 3-run homer to win some game they had no business winning-- that was when I remembered my dad talking about the way the '60 team just found a way to win the close games, like they were magic.
And, of course, my favorite memory from that year was... after a whole season of going to games by myself, my dad decided he'd join me for a game where the Pirates were expected to clinch the Division. Just before the last pitch, he turned to me and said: "Pay attention, because you might not ever see this again in your whole life!" As I've told the story many times, I don't remember the pitch, barely remember the celebration... but I'll never forget the old man at that moment.
“We are the stupidest fucking franchise ever.” — Smithessmokin