Can’t argue too much, but this is my personal memory: I was working here in New York on the Saturday of the 1987 Game Six. It was late afternoon, and I ran out after work to a Manhattan bar to watch the rest of the game. Herbie’s GS literally took my breath away; all I could finally say to the strangers sitting next to me was, “That is the best thing I ever saw. Ever.” (I must have sounded tipsy to them!). I mean, Herbie was the home grown talent.
With the game over, I walked up Broadway the couple of miles to my apartment, giddy all the way. I was listening to commentary on a radio ear-set, and heard Jim Kaat say that the grand slam was the greatest moment in Twins history. And I thought, “Who would know better than Kitty? He’d been there for every other great moment [so far].”