by I could never really appreciate my brother’s anguish about the 1960 World Series. I wasn’t born yet, but as a 9-yr old boy, my brother Mark was crushed by Bill Mazeroski’s 9th inning, series winning home run (there was no such thing as a walk off back then). I couldn’t comprehend why he couldn’t understand when I rooted for the Pirates against the Baltimore Orioles, who I grew up hating due to their immense success against the Yankees, in both the 1971 and 1979 World Series.
