A life-long Yankees fan, I’m sorry about Mr. Larsen. My sympathies for his family.
I've always loved to hate them.
Even though they are pretty good.
I was 10 years old in 1956 and my Mom allowed me to skip school to watch this historical game on a black and white TV. As it ventured on my Mom was ironing and I was a nervous wreck. She kept asking...Is something good happening. RIP Don, Yogi and my Mom, who I voted MVP for allowing me to witness the historical game.