The greatest World Series of my lifetime stirred so many memories I hardly know where to begin.
I’ll start at the beginning, Game One of the 1959 World Series, the Dodgers — in only their second year representing Los Angeles — against the Chicago White Sox. It was Thursday, October 1, and Sister Dolores let us listen to at least part of the game on a transistor radio — Vin Scully with just 57 years to go in his broadcasting career — in the 8th grade classroom at St. Bede’s School in La Cañada. It did not go well for the Dodgers. They lost, 11-0.
But L.A. won the next day, 4-3, and went on to win the championship in six games. So when the 2025 World Series began with the Toronto Blue Jays pounding the Dodgers, 11-4, I knew from decades of experience that the Series was far from over.