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Mutt Munson: "Hello everyone, I'm Mutt Munson and I'm here with my great friend and longtime broadcast partner Jock Johnson, and today from Fenway Park we bring you the final game of what has been a thrilling match up so far between loaded contingents from New York and Boston.
And, Jock, this series has been stoked with controversy almost since it's opening with fans questioning line up calls and in particular the move of Ted Williams to right field, but that seems to have gone on without a hitch. Williams has played error-less ball in right and his bat has been on fire since the outset of the series."
Jock Johnson: "Well why not, Mutt, I mean for chrissake Ted had the guts to go and take on the Jerry's and the Goo ... well North Koreans, risking his life in a flying tin can with bullets blazing everywhere so I would think a switch to right for the good of the club wouldn't be something so far out of his reach.
In fact, I was talking to him a little earlier and he was saying he'd never seen an outfielder cover ground like Tris Speaker in his life and his standard policy so far this series is if he has to move more than fifty feet to his right he just holds up from there and lets the Grey Eagle take it on over."
Mutt: "And on the offensive side it's also been the combination of Williams & Speaker along with ol' Double XX Jimmy Foxx and young shortstop Nomar Garciaparra carrying the day. Garciaparra has really impressed us on both sides of the ball, has shown great range in the field and a huge arm out of the hole ... in particular that bang, bang beauty catching Mickey who was really hustling down the line a couple of nights ago in the game that tied this whole thing up for Boston."
Jock: "Well that's one of the few times anyone on the Boston staff has been able to handle Mantle. He's been on base via the wood or walk 14 times in 25 at bats and along with DiMaggio and Ruth has been the catalyst for this devastating Yankee attack ... but that's enough about what's gone on thus far, Mutt, let's talk about today's game and the pitching matchup.
People are saying Casey's gone crazy and is trying to pull a rabbit out of his hat with clutch lefty Eddie Lopat and Francona has decided to go with his stud righty Curt Schilling bypassing a pretty well rested Lefty Grove."
Mutt: "Both are tried and true though in numerous post season outings, folks, so hold onto your hats, we're about to tip off after a quick message to you from our friends at Anheuser Busch."
Off the air.
Jock: "God damn, I need a cigarette."
Mutt: "Yeah, well there's no smoking up here ... try chewing some gum."
Jock: "I'd rather have a wad."
Mutt: "Do you see a spitoon anywhere? And no booze either, Jock, we don't need a repeat of what happened in Detroit. You start with some of that loose talk here and we'll get pulled right off the air."
Jock: "What are you my mother? Detroit was three years ago. All I said was I'd kill for a cigarette."
Producer: "We're back on in 30 seconds guys, cut the crap. You sound like my grand parents squawking over a game of parchese."
Both Jock and Mutt turn around and offer a host of expletives deleted. The first two innings go scoreless and we pick up the call with Red Sox runners on first and third with two away and Manny Ramirez at the plate.
Jock: "You know I tell you, Mutt, I never thought I'd see the day with a ballplayer wearing his hair down to the middle of his back like this kid Ramirez. I don't know if he's going for the Hercules effect but it hasn't worked so far, he hasn't hit a lick all series.
But Lopat hangs a curve Ramirez rips it down the left field line.
Mutt: There's the first big hit by Ramirez, Pesky is home in a walk, Doerr rounds into third, the throw by Mantle is into second...he's out! What a throw by Mickey Mantle from deep in the left field corner. I don't think Ramirez thought he had a chance and he was kind of loafing off the turn at first and this inning comes to an end in dramatic fashion but it's the Red Sox who take the early lead on the Yankee's 1-0.
And Schilling is dealing, throwing 95 and up, mixing in a sharp slider, the occasional change, and seems to have the Bronx Bombers just where he wants them.
On the other side, Lopat is pitching equally well. Aside from the run in the third he's successfully worked the corners, changed speeds, and frustrating the left hand likes of William and Speaker entirely and thru seven full innings the Red Sox continue to lead 1-0.
But in the top of the eighth DiMaggio leads off with a double. Ruth skies to deep center, Speaker has a track on it but Joe moves to third on the sac with one away.
That brings Mantle to the plate. All the Yankees need is a fly ball to just about any part of the ballpark and the game will be tied. Schilling quickly runs the count to 0-2. Mantle then drives one down the right field line ... just foul.
Schilling then drops an 0-2 change on the outside part of the late for a called strike three, Mantle is left shaking his head, the Red Sox fans explode, but it's Gehrig coming to the plate and that prompts Francona to head to the mound.
Francona to Schilling: What do you think here? We take a pass on Gehirg?"
Schilling looks over to the on deck circle: "Yogi's up next. That little fuc*&^er, I could throw it at his head and he'll still find away to get a base hit. I say we go at he big guy."
Francona decides it's poison either way, let's Schilling pitch to Gehrig but it turns out to be a mistake as Lou takes a 2-1 fastball on the outside part of the plate and promptly lines one off the Green Monster in left. Manny plays it cleanly, but the speedy Gehrig motors into second with a clean two bagger.
The Red Sox fans let out a collective groan, but the dissettlement over the tie score quickly becomes disbelief as Berra proves Schilling a profit by turning a chest high fastball over into right and with Gehrig off with the crack of the bat, he scores easily and the Yankee 1-0 deficit is suddenly a 2-1 lead.
All of the city of Boston seems to deflate. Francona comes out and is booed heavily; Wood comes on for Schilling and punches out A-Rod but he damage is done.
It appears as though it may be permanent, too. Lopat gets Williams and Foxx to start the bottom of eighth which brings on Johnny Pesky.
Mutt: Jock this is a tough matchup for the 'Sox. Lopat is absolutely sailing and he hasn't been touched by a left hand batter all day.
But Pesky battles Lopat to a 3-2 count, fouls off a couple of pitches while Red Sox fans hold their collective breath.
Mutt: Lopat winds, here's the pitch. Pesky swings and he drives one to right does this ball have the legs....
Jock: I think it does, will it stay fair?
Mutt: Unbelievable, Johnny Pesky...my god I can't even hear myself, Fenway park has just exploded! Johnny Peskey, Mr. Red Sox has just deposited one inside the aptly names Pesky pole and this game is now all tied up at two apiece. How about that?
And so it remains. Casey pulls Lopat, turns to Gossage who puts away Carlton Fisk and then Wood and Gossage both throwing, distinct, virtually unhittable heat trade zeroes in the ninth, tenth, and eleventh frames.
In the top of the 12th Lyle comes on. He quickly gets pinch hitter Jim Rice on a fly ball to left, strikes out Speaker on a slider that breaks a mile outside which brings Williams to the plate.
Ted promptly slams one into the deep gap in right center. DiMaggio hustles after it but this is the deepest part of Fenway and he amply beats Joe's throw into third for a stand up triple.
With Foxx coming up Stengal heads to he mound and calls for Rivera. This time the conversation revolves around walking Foxx, but with the left handed Pesky on deck, just the kind of punch hitter that will occasionally have some success against Rivera.
The Yanks decide to pitch walk Double XX and take another go at Pesky. It's something of an unconventional move trading a right hand hitter for the left hander Pesky but Rivera and his slider are notoriously tough on south side swingers.
Still Pesky and the great Rivera battle to a 2-2 count.
Mutt: So here we are again, anything from Pesky will give the 'Sox a 3-2 lead. Rivera deals, Pesky swings and oh my god it's another drive to right. Ruth is moving over ...
Jock: This could be outta here...
Mutt: Ruth goes up and into the stands. Does he have it?
A moment's pause as Mutt waits on the umpires call.
Mutt: Yes, he does. Yes, he does! Oh what a catch by Babe Ruth to save the Yankees from a crushing defeat here in the bottom of the twelfth. Mr. Red Sox Johnny Pesky has been robbed ladies and gentleman, he has been robbed by Yankee right fielder Babe Ruth!
Papelbon comes on in the top of the 13th. He gets DiMaggio and Ruth both fly to Speaker in center. With Mantle coming to the plate let's pick up the call.
Mutt: Wow, wow, wow, Jock...two away in the bottom of the twelfth, we're still tied at two apiece of what's been an absolutely thrilling affair. The fans seem to be over the disappointment of a few moments ago when Johnny Pesky was absolutely robbed in right, are up on their feet again calling for Papelbon to put Mantle away as well.
The Red Sox closer winds and deals...Mantle takes a mammoth rip, and he dribbles one down the first base side. He's off and flying, Papelbon rushes the ball...he can't get to it, he can't get to it, Mantle is safe at first! He' s safe at first and the Yankee's are still alive here in the 13th with Berra coming to the plate!
Jock: We've seen it endlessly over the years, Mutt, this Yankee team will come and get you when you least expect it.
Mutt: Five O'Clock lightning, Jock.
Jock: And Berra's as clutch a hitter as you could want coming to the plate now. Papelbon has been throwing smoke and the 'Sox just got the bad side of it on that Mantle infield dribbler.
Mutt: Mickey really showed off that incredible speed and Berra settles in.
Papelbon puts a blazer on the inside corner of he plate. Strike one. He does the same on the outside part of the plate. Yogi swings and misses strike two.
Then he puts one well inside, a waste pitch. Berra decides to swing anyway, barely gets a piece and Fisk is unable to hold on. This turns out to be the pivotal pitch at bat. Papelbon then puts a pair of sliders in the dirt the second gets away from Fisk and Mantle hustles into second.
The Red Sox consider walking Berra, but with two strikes and their ace closer throwing what appear to be unhittable heat they decide to try and finish Yogi off. A decision they will come to regret.
Mutt: I'm absolutely breathless myself, Jock. This crowd has been up and roaring, imploring the Red Sox nine to finish off heir hated rivals the seventh inning on and the Yanks simply refuse to deal.
It's still 2-2 here, Mantle takes a short lead off second, Papelbon winds and deals...Berra swings and hits one deep to left, that's going to make it to the wall. No! It's going to make it over the wall in left!
Yogi Berra has just planted one over the Green Monster in left and the Yankee's have taken a 4-2 lead here in the 13th and folks you can here a pin drop here in Fenway as the Bronx Bombers mob team-mate Yogi Berra in the N.Y. dugout. Unbelievable.
A-Rod follows with a double off the wall but Rivera goes down swinging and the deficit holds at two heading into the bottom of the 13th.
Rivera gets Manny looking on a knee high fastball that just nicks the outside part of the plate to open the bottom of the 13th. Fisk lines a single up the middle, Doerr walks, but Yaz, pinch hitting for Papelbon, flies to shallow left and neither runner is able to advance.
That brings Speaker to the plate and he surprises everyone dragging a bunt down the first base line. There is no play to be made, he is safe at first with the bags juiced.
Nomar comes to the plate and promptly smashes one down the third base line. Nettles in for A-Rod makes an incredible diving stop on the ball but it rolls out of his grasp, Fisk scores, the bases are still juiced with the great Ted Williams coming to the plate.
Mutt: Oh my goodness, gracious, so it comes to this. Two away in the bottom of the 13th, the Yanks holding on to a one run lead with two away Williams at the plate and a seemingly unruffled Mariano Rivera on the mound.
Jock: Mutt, however this goes down we have to say that this match up between these two great ball clubs has not disappointed on any level. This has turned out to be the series of the century and this game has just been something out of this world.
Mutt: Rivera is set, so is Williams...
Ted takes one a little inside for ball one. Hits a liner down the right field line ... just foul. Rivera comes inside again, Williams lays off and it's 2-1.
Mutt: There's no way Rivera will walk Williams in this situation, he will have to put the ball somewhere inside the strike zone. The crowd is hushed at this point in rapt anticipation, Rivera winds, he deals, Williams swings, and he hits a liner up the middle, here comes DiMaggio ....
In all fairness we should end it here. Neither side will ever believe their boys would drop this baseball showdown to end all showdowns, but that's the things about the diamond game...unless Bud Selig is in attendance there ain't no ties.
Mutt: DiMaggio's coming, he dives...he's got it! He's got it! The great Yankee Clipper makes the catch and the New York Yankee's have defeated the Boston Red Sox in one of the greatest games these baseball loving eyes have ever seen!
And that's all she wrote, won't get into a whole big aftermath here. Just hope you enjoyed it,