Game 6 of the 1975 World Series….
I was in my senior year of high school, and was counseling at a camp for underprivileged kids (Camp Joy) that week. After we got the kids asleep, the counselors snuck off to an empty cabin and listened to the game on a little transistor radio. I can remember the highs and lows of that game like it was yesterday….
The folks running the camp let us go up to the dining hall the next night for Game 7.
I have friends from Boston that can’t for the life of them remember Game 7, they still think they won that series.