Hey, Jerry, I was in high school when that 1960 Pirate-Yankee World Series occured. I was not a Bucs' fan, persay, but anybody beating the Yankeees warmed my heart. You had to be mighty strong to hit a homer out of Forbes Field in the alleys in those days. Also, I remember how sad it was to see Willie Mays(perhaps the greatest all round player of our time)stumble in the outfield, trying to catch a fly ball when he was with the Mets, that he would have put in his back pocket years ago. Ah, Father Time catches up to us all, it's just that being on the world's stage(sports and entertainment particularly) makes it very sad to watch. Jerry, being from Toronto, I was able to catch some Pirate games on the radio, and listening to Bob Prince was such a treat. A homer, to be sure, but such fun to listen to. Those were the days, my friend.