Another year to remember Carlton Fisk and game 6
It seems like the whole country was up watching game 6 of the 1975 World Series. It was about 12:30 ET when Fisk hit the foul pole and ended one of the greatest baseball games ever played:
“Then, at 12:34 in the morning, Carlton Fisk came to bat at the bottom of the 12th. He cracked Pat Darcy’s pitch hard to the left. He stood at the plate, bouncing up and down and flailing at the ball as though he was helping an airplane land on a dark runway. “I was just wishing and hoping,” he said at a ceremony a few years ago. “Maybe, by doing it, you know, you ask something of somebody with a higher power. I like to think that if I didn’t wave, it would have gone foul.” Whether or not the waving was responsible, the ball bounced off of the bright-yellow foul pole above the Green Monster for a home run. Fenway’s organist played the Hallelujah Chorus from Handel’s Messiah while Fisk rounded the bases.”
It took me a while to fall sleep because the post game celebration went on for a while. I don’t know if anybody slept that night in New England.
Cincinnati and Boston went back to work the next night to play game 7. It was a pretty good game. Yaz made the last out of the game and the Reds were the champs.
It was the greatest baseball moment of my generation.