ADIOS EL KABONG
by Billy Altman Strange how some tilings just stick in your mind well after you'd hoped they'd be forgotten. I suppose that one of the most sobering moments in my life came during the second game of the 1973 World Series, as I watched with horror and sadness Willy Mays, who for over 20 years just about symbolized the essence of playing baseball, fall down trying to catch a fly ball that he'd already lost in the sun.
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ADIOS EL KABONG
THE WHO Who Arc You (MCA)
by Billy Altman Strange how some tilings just stick in your mind well after you'd hoped they'd be forgotten. I suppose that one of the most sobering moments in my life came during the second game of the 1973 World Series, as I watched with horror and sadness Willy Mays, who for over 20 years just about symbolized the essence of playing baseball, fall down trying to catch a fly ball that he'd already lost in the sun. The whole play only took a few seconds, but it seemed like an eternity as I watched him slowly get up offthe ground and turn back to where the ball had bounced by him. I prayed that perhaps he'd hurt himself, pulled a muscle maybe, and that's why he was so slow to rise. But no. Both Willy and the millions of others watching the game on television had suddenly grasped the same horrible truth—