The Season Of 41
I was born in May 1941, in the nick of time. I had 11 days to get my bearings before it began–The Streak. It was the greatest event of the baseball season that flared dazzlingly on the eve of darkness. There were just 16 teams in 10 cities, and St. Louis was baseball’s westernmost outpost, but the future–California–was present in San Francisco’s Joe DiMaggio and San Diego’s Ted Williams. Williams was as volatile as a colt and as one-dimensional as a surgeon....