Game Six: Cincinnati, Boston and the 1975 World Series
The Triumph of America's Pastime
Chapter One
Now we're back in the lion's den.
If they beat us here, they deserve it.
Carl Yastrzemski
If a man put a gun to my head and said
I'm going to pull the trigger if you lose this game,
I'd want Luis Tiant to pitch that game.
Red Sox manager Darrell Johnson
THE SUN ROSE ON BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS, AT 7:03 IN THE
morning on Tuesday, October 21, 1975. This, in itself, was news.
Local meteorologists, who had been under siege for the last four days,
hastily issued dispatches of an optimistic forecast: partly sunny,
high near seventy degrees, 10-15 mph winds from the west to southwest.
Clearing throughout the day and cooler, with temperatures
dropping into the high fifties by 8:30 P.M., the moment on the mind
of every resident in the region, native or itinerant, as they stirred that
morning.
Game time.
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