I was born in April, 1951, and we lived in the Bronx - within shouting distance of Yankee Stadium.
Six months later, in October, I was asleep in my crib while my mother was in another room with her girlfriend as they watched on TV the Brooklyn Dodgers and the New York Giants - who had ended the season in a tie for first place - compete in the final game a three-game playoff to decide who would win the National League Pennant, and go to the World Series.
As I lay sleeping in my crib, the game had progressed to the 9th inning, when...
As my mother would tell the story - she and her girlfriend - both Giants fans - began hugging and screaming and clapping and jumping up and down so loudly it woke me from my baby nap and I began to cry. My mom had to run in and hush me back to sleep.
The Giants would go on to meet the Yankees in the World Series, where they would lose in six games to the "Bronx Bombers".
It would be the last time those teams would meet in a so-called "Subway Series"; because by the time they met again in the series, eleven years later, the Giants had since moved to San Fransisco.