A few words about this World Series

My entire life is full of great World Series memories. When I was eight, my parents went out the night of Game 6 of the 1993 World Series. We had a babysitter over, who's job was to get me into bed by whatever time my parents had prescribed, but when they got home, they found me on the couch, glued to the TV set watching the Blue Jays and Phillies. The babysitter gave a hopeless shrug, and I'm sure my parents knew that she had no chance of getting me into bed that night. I remember the Phillies rallying for five runs and being excited at the prospect of a Game 7. When Joe Carter hit his famous home run a few minutes later, I was filled with mixed feelings. I was too young to really understand the Pittsburgh/Philadelphia rivalry and my mom grew up in the Eastern part of the state as a Phillie fan, so I was rooting for the Phillies. On top of that, I was upset that Carter had stolen the only World Series-winning home run from Bill Mazeroski and the Pirates in the way that only...