In the summer between my junior and senior year of high school (1965), the All Star game was in Minneapolis, and Dad had four tickets. We spent the preceding weekend with relatives in nearby Lakeville, and we attended the Sunday afternoon game that wrapped up a three game series with the Yankees, the perennial champions. A Sunday loss would cut the Twins lead to three games going into the All Star break. Going into the bottom of the ninth, the Yankees had a one run lead, and quickly got two outs before a walk to pinch hitter Rich Rollins brought the Killer to the plate. He fouled off a 3-2 pitch, maybe two, before lining a homer into the left field bleachers, not too far from where we were sitting. Suddenly, the lead was five games, and the whole state began to believe that a pennant was possible. The Monday headline in the Mpls Star (then the evening version of the Star-Tribune) read "Forever Harmon," and we made a poster that quoted that line for the All Star game. We unfurled it and waved it proudly when the Killer homered in that game as well.