The I'm going to from Fox Field in Pittsburgh, this is Chuck Thompson along with Jack Quinlan

welcoming you to the seventh and deciding game of the 1960 World Series

between the New York Yankees and the Pittsburgh Pirates. of the company. Once again, here at Ford Steel in Pittsburgh, the weather man has given us absolutely

ideal weather for baseball. The temperature just as we came on the air this afternoon,

70 degrees, at another not quite so bright but sunny afternoon, not quite

so bright because there is a very noticeable haze over the ballpark here at Forbes Field

this afternoon. But other than that, weather conditions are perfect.

And the song that all of the ball players were singing around the batting cage

prior to the ball game today, of course, was one called There's No Tomorrow. As Casey Stengel said yesterday

this thing has now settled down to our one game series and as he so often has been in the past, Mr. Stengel is more than just a little bit

right again. All that has gone before is meaningless insofar as this seventh game is concerned.

And it matters not that the Yankees have scored 46 runs on 78

bassets in six games today.

They must win today, or it's all in vain.

And should the Yankees lose of course people who look back on this series

would forever ask themselves how could the Yankees score all of those runs

and still not win.

And of course too much cannot be said

about the great relief hurling of little Elroy face

in the three previous pirate wins.

But unless he is able to repeat if called upon this afternoon and the seventh

and deciding game, those previous efforts will today not mean a thing. Dick Grot will present

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