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"By the way, right at that time Birmingham had exploded, and the Negroes in Birmingham—remember, they also exploded. They began to stab the crackers in the back and bust them up 'side their head—yes, they did. That's when Kennedy sent in the troops, down in Birmingham. So, and right after that, Kennedy got on the television and said "this is a moral issue.""

"President Kennedy did not send troops to Alabama when dogs were biting black babies. He waited three weeks until the situation exploded. He then sent troops after the Negroes had demonstrated their ability to defend themselves. In his talk with Alabama editors Kennedy did not urge that Negroes be treated right because it is the right thing to do. Instead, he said that if the Negroes aren't well treated the Muslims would become a threat. He urged a change not because it is right but because the world is watching this country. Kennedy is wrong because his motivation is wrong."

"The eruption in Birmingham, Alabama, in the spring of 1963 showed how quickly anger can develop into violence. Black people were angry about the killing of and Charles Mack Parker; the failure of federal, state and city governments to deal honestly with the problems of ghetto life. Now they read in the newspapers, saw on television and watched from the street corners themselves the police dogs and the fire hoses and the policemen beating their friends and relatives. They watched as young high-school students and women were beaten, as Martin Luther King and his co-workers were marched off to jail. The spark was ignited when a black-owned motel in Birmingham and the home of Dr. King’s brother were bombed. This incident brought hundreds of angry black people into the street throwing rocks and bottles and sniping at policemen. The echoes were far and wide."

"Well, a little while ago, when we mentioned that this one, in typical fashion, was going right to the wire, little did we know… Art Ditmar throws—here's a swing and a high fly ball going deep to left, this may do it!… Back to the wall goes Yogi Berra, it is…over the fence, home run, the Pirates win!… (long pause for crowd noise)… Ladies and gentlemen, Mazeroski has hit a one-nothing pitch over the left field fence at Forbes Field to win the 1960 World Series for the Pittsburgh Pirates by a score of ten-nothing!… Once again, that final score… The Pittsburgh Pirates, the 1960 world champions, defeat the New York Yankees. The Pirates ten, and the Yankees nine!"

"Mantle safe at first base, on one of the weirdest plays, but we'll go back and tell you what happened. Berra ripped a line drive down the first base line. Stuart (or, rather, Nelson), the first baseman, fielded the ball on one hop and tagged up. That made Berra the second out of the inning. Then he tried to tag Mantle, going back to the bag, and he missed him. And while so doing, the tying run scored."

"Drama is where you find it during the World Series. The time: Wednesday afternoon. The locale: First floor, box 71 at Forbes Field. The occupants: Ralph Kiner (with Nancy Chaffee Kiner) and Henry (Hank) Greenberg, two of the greatest sluggers in Pirate history. The one year the two of them played together, in 1947, Kiner, on the way up, hit 51 home runs; Greenberg, on the way down, slammed out 25. They have remained close friends ever since. Having spent all of his lifetime, barring the season of '47, in the American League and presently the vice president of the Chicago White Sox, Greenberg's riding with the Yankees. You don't have to be told where Kiner's sympathies are; the general manager of the San Diego Padres of the Pacific Coast League is still a Pirate through and through."

"As we reached the street, conversation suddenly stopped. A crowd spotted Clemente and the deluge began. Before we had gone 10 steps Roberto was surrounded by humanity. They patted him on the back and kept up a steady chant of endearments. Clewmente smiled and kept walking. Finally, after what seemed like hours, we reached the car. By now Clemente was all smiles and he seemed to radiate happiness. In the car he said aloud, "These are the best fans anywhere. They make all of this worthwhile. They are the reason I'm glad we won the World Series. They are the ones who deserve this championship." And, as the auto pulled slowly away from the curb and Clemente sat back and relaxed, it was obvious that here was a player who enjoyed his victory celebration a lot better on the streets of Pittsburgh than in the clubhouse he shares with his teammates."

"I was shooting for some small publications and my goal was to sell a picture to SI. But I knew that to compete I needed camera with a motor drive. So I talked my father into loaning me the money for a Nikon F. It cost $450 and we bought it on time, though my father didn't believe in buying things on time. I took the camera to Pittsburgh. On that day—the first day I used it—I got two good pictures, a shot of Yogi Berra getting picked off second and one of Mickey Mantle waving to the crowd. I sold both to SI, one for $300, the other for $150. I remember because the total was exactly $450—which I used to pay back my father."

"You know I'm a Pirate fan, Win. That's why I'm betting against them." According to the former professional baseball player turned actor, he has never won a bet. "I figure, therefore, the best thing I can possibly do to help the Bucs is to bet against them."

"A couple of gentlemen who are old hands at crises sat in Yankee Stadium this balmy afternoon and watched the Pirates precipitate a most acute one for themselves. Mr. Nehru and Mr. Herbert Hoover arrived a trifle late, and both left a short time before Gino Cimoli struck out on a pitch that almost untied one of his shoe laces. It closed down a game that was utterly devoid of suspense and deserves mention only because of the heroics performed by certain members of the Casey Stengel troupe. Now the Pirates had better win tomorrow or be ready for the guillotine. The Yanks have them, two to one, and if they make it three there could be no return to Forbes Field before next April."

"That split-second, extraordinarily heads-up base-running play Mickey Mantle performed in the top of the ninth of Game 7 of the 1960 World Series, it turns out, was senseless. And as Manhattan’s Marc Salis and Walter “Wally From The Bronx” Kellermann last week pointed out — separately and in duplicate detail — Mantle’s base-running could have ended the game and the Series in Pittsburgh’s favor, at that moment — before Bill Mazeroski ever got a chance to homer in the bottom of the ninth to give the Pirates’ a 10-9 win. With one out in the ninth, the Bucs led, 9-8, Mantle on first, pinch runner Gil McDougald on third. Yogi Berra hit a grounder to first baseman Rocky Nelson, who stepped on first for the second out. Mantle, realizing he had no chance to make it to second, dived back into first base, avoiding Nelson’s tag, which would have been the third out and likely would have ended the game, because it’s highly unlikely McDougald could have scored before that tag. But because McDougald scored to tie the game, Mantle always has been given credit for a fabulous decision. But had Mantle simply run to second he would have removed all risk of ending the game by being tagged by Nelson before McDougald scored. Nelson, in no position to throw home after stepping on first, had removed the force at second, thus Mantle would have had to have been tagged out at second or after a run down, allowing McDougald to easily score. The “spectacular” and legendary part of the play — Mantle diving back into first and eluding Nelson’s tag — was unnecessary, senseless. Had Nelson made that tag Mantle would have made one of the worst base-running errors in history."

"The big guy's been dead a dozen years, but it's funny how his name keeps bobbing up at World Series time. When Mickey hit his home runs it was first "three behind Ruth," then "two behind Ruth." And when Yogi Berra bounced one foul atop the right-field roof the memory was of Ruth smacking one fair in this fashion in his fading days as a National Leaguer."

"Bill Mazeroski, home-run-hitting hero of the Pirates' World Series victory, has started reaping the benefits of his long hit—and at advanced prices, too. The West Virginia second baseman posed a problem last night to the celebrity panel of "I've Got a Secret". And next month, he will be a mystery guest on another guessing show (and he's keeping the name of the program his secret for the time being). Before the second pitch of the ninth inning of the seventh World Series game, Mazeroski could have demanded a couple of hundred dollars for a television appearance. But, according to his agent, Pittsburgher Frank Scott, Mazeroski will receive $1,000 plus expenses for his mystery-guest stint (plus, no doubt, whatever figures come up on the flip cards). "I guess I'd have to say Mazeroski is the most in demand," said Scott, a Pittsburgher who started his sports career as a student at Pitt during the Jock Sutherland era. Scott, based in New York, has at least five other Pirates in his stable, in addition to many Yankees. Among other assignments for the World Series hero is a tobacco chew endorsement for a television commercial."

"I was too busy screaming my head off like everybody else [to complete the scorecard to include Mazeroski's walk-off home run]. That thunderclap ... let out all that pent-up emotion and frustration. This is such a great sports town, and we've had some great triumphs -- the Immaculate Reception, the Steelers dynasty, the Penguins and their three Stanley Cups. But for those of us who were there on Oct. 13, 1960, that can never be topped. You just stood a little bit taller. You could look people in the eye and say, "Yeah, I'm a Pirates fan." It was truly a life-shaping experience. And for me, relief from a very, very difficult time in my personal life."

""There was some action in the bullpen at the time, and I made that mistake," said broadcaster Thompson, 79, recalling how he started to describe Art Ditmar throwing in the Yankees’ bullpen just as Ralph Terry delivered the final pitch."

"He pitched a hell of a ball game. Tremendous. He's out of the inning if the ball doesn't take that bad hop. That's the play. And if he's out there, he gets that ball that Clemente hit."

"We didn't win, anyway, did we? I hit a slider, I think it was, and then I worried all the way to first base if it would stay fair."

"We were all buddies. We used to play with them in spring training all the time. Virdon was a Yankee to begin with. I knew him when he first broke in with us. I liked . They had , and you had to like Dr. Strangeglove. And they had Friend and Face. They were good fellows. Face was tough. They call it a today, but it's a , and nobody threw it better than Face. He was tough for everybody to hit."

"I dunno. This game is getting funnier and funnier. We do everything but punch 'em in the nose and here we are all tied up in the Series. We flatten 'em by scores of 16-3, 10-0 and 12-0 and we still need one more to win. How do you figure that? Don't write this, but even if they beat us tomorrow, we're the better club."

"Worst park in baseball for a batter. I warned the Pirates and they wouldn't believe me but I'll bet they do now. It gets worse late in a game and if a pitcher gets an early lead, he's in clover. Why, I could pitch the last three innings there and get the side out. But this place is a hitter's paradise. Great background, no shadows, no haze coming in from the stands. A hitter's paradise, like I told you. Man, do we love to hit here."

"We just got beat, Roger—by the damndest baseball team that me or you or anybody else ever played against."

"I don't know what to think, what to say. I'm still flabbergasted. Maybe I'm not the best hitter in the world, but I didn't think I was that bad. When Casey called me back, I thought it was to tell me something, maybe to ask me to try to hit to right or to give me a hint on what kind of pitcher Vernon Law is. But he never said another word to me. All he did was to tell Dale Long to grab a bat. I just don’t know and I just can’t figure it out."

"With lineup they have, they should have won pennant in August."

"He pitches with his head, too. He mixes up his stuff—two speeds of curve ball, a slider and then whoosh, the fast ball. He's tough."

"We no good when first come home off road. All time during regular season we lose first game after come back to Forbes Field. Same thing happen now. But we get hot in second game now we back—just wait and see. We go out with fire."

"These are the best fans anywhere. They make all of this worthwhile. They are the reason I'm glad we won the World Series. They're the ones who deserve this championship."

"Every time a man steps to the plate, I consider him to be potentially dangerous. But I'm convinced I'm going to get him out. As for the Yankees, they don't worry me at all—Mickey Mantle, Yogi Berra, or any of them—because I know they put their pants on one leg at a time, like the rest of us. We've got some powerful hitting teams in the National League, Milwaukee and San Francisco, for instance, and Cincinnati. I don't think the Yanks are any more dangerous."

"They had a tunnel back to the clubhouse, and I took off and got into the champagne. I didn't even see him cross home plate."

"Fans will see two opposite types in managing in Danny Murtaugh and Casey Stengel. Murtaugh goes with his regulars as far as possible. He might pinch-hit for them late in a game but very, very seldom. Danny figures if a man is good enough to play regularly, he's good enough to hit. And don't think this doesn't build up the confidence of a player. Murtaugh plays good, sound baseball according to the book. From what I've heard of Stengel, he may pinch-hit as early as the second inning. Casey also shifts players frequently but his methods have worked. Who can argue with success?"

"Everybody said the same thing, and Maz would be the first one to admit it. We all said, "Get off the wall! Get off the wall!" Maz was running as hard as he could run to get that extra base."

"I heard him yelling too and reached up to catch it when he bumped into me. He cut my foot a little, but I told him you can cut me like that all the time if you catch the ball."

"They've been knocking me down all season in the National League and I've still gotten my share of base hits."

"I heard Clemente yell something like "Got it" but I wasn't sure. I felt as I went back that it was a tough one but that I had a chance. I caught it up here (over his shoulder) and stepped on Roberto's heel as I bumped him into the wall."

"Can't beat the Bucs, can you? No sir, can't beat the bad Buccos, I'll tell you that. That's for sure. Yessir! Yessir! We got 'em, we got 'em. They broke all the records, but we won the game. How about that? Can't beat that."

"Sure, I expect trouble. Look at that sun. How can I say I don't expect trouble? I'll tell you one thing, though. It might be an experience. I know there's a good chance I'll be lousy, but the funny thing is, I'm looking forward to it."

"I was gonna hit one. Can I help it if Maz got cute?"

"I don't know about everyone else, but I'd certainly agree [with Tony Kubek]. I'm not sure if we belonged on the same field with those fellas. But something special was happening all year for us, and it happened again in the World Series."

"That homer was one I'll always remember. The only one comparable was one off Taylor Phillips of the Cubs. That broke the home run record for a Pittsburgh second baseman. A small thrill compared to today's."

"Dad would have loved it—I only wish he could have been here today. Dad always wanted to play big league baseball. He was considered a great prospect. Once he was ready to sign with the Cleveland Indians and then he had a foot cut off in a mine accident. From then on, all his hopes and ambitions were wrapped up in me, because I was an only son. Dad had to work hard in the mines, but whenever he could he always would try to catch me in a ball game or two. Then a year and a half ago he died of lung cancer."

"You keep it. The memory's good enough for me."

"When I walked up to the plate, all I thought about was getting on base. But deep in my mind, I just knew we were going to lose. I thought, "Well, you can't feel too bad taking the Yankees into the seventh game of the World Series and losing in extra innings.""

"I was almost at second base when it finally went over. I was running so hard, just trying to make sure I'd get to third. Then it took moment or two to realize what happened. It was gone. You know, all I could think about was, "We beat the Yankeesǃ We beat themǃ We beat the damn Yankeesǃ""

"I get people coming up to me and talking about that home run all of the time. But you know, for once I'd like someone to say, "You were a damn good defensive second baseman. You were one of the best I ever saw." To tell you the truth, that's what I'm most proud of, that I could turn the double play as well as anyone who ever played the game. But no one remembers that. No one cares. It's kind of funny, isn't it? Thirty years later and people are still talking bout it. Who would have ever figured?"

"It hasn't been said very often, but I think it was one of the greatest games ever played in a World Series, especially a Game 7."

"There was so much going on after the game, so many people outside. We had a hard time getting to our car. Everybody wanted to buy you a drink. They were patting you on the back. We finally made it to our car, and we were wore out. We got in the car and took off for somewhere quiet. We went up into Squirrel Hill and sat on a Schenley Park bench and there wasn't a soul up there. Nobody. Except for a few squirrels running around. We sat there for about an hour and just relaxed. I wasn't thinking about the home run. It was, "We beat them. We beat the Yankees." The only thing I could think of after I hit second base was, "We beat them, we beat the Yankees, the great Yankees.""

"So I just walked to the plate, tryin' to hit the ball hard somewhere. I was always a high fastball hitter, and the first pitch that went by was probably a little too high. The second pitch he got down a little bit, and I hit it. And I knew when I hit it that Yogi Berra was in left field, that he wasn't gonna catch it. I knew I hit it good enough, hard enough... 'Cause it was 410 feet out there, and you probably had to hit it about 425 to get it over the big fence out there. So I knew he wasn't gonna catch it, and I was runnin' my butt off. And if he had misplayed it off the wall, I wanted to be on third base for a triple; there's a lot of ways to score from third base than there are from second. But by the time I was going into second, the roar of the crowd and the umpire down the left field line, give it his stuff... Then I hit second base, and I don't believe I touched the ground the rest of the way."

"Forget about the final score. If that ball had gone through, the score would have been tied, Bob Friend would have stayed in, and it would have been a different ball game. The Yankees wouldn't have scored any sixteen runs off of Bob, you can bet on that. I thought he was pretty sharp, as far as he went."

"I've seen every ball that has been hit over the center-field wall in Forbes Field. Mickey's, I'd have to say, was the most convincing."

"So far as I know they haven't changed the World Series rules. This thing still goes to the team that wins four games and not to the club that makes the most records."

"I was very nervous at the start of the game but after the first out, I was normal again. I was rounding first base when I saw the ball disappear over the scoreboard in the fourth inning and I was as happy as a fellow can get. This was a dream come true."