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October 13, 1960: The Swing That Made Bill Mazeroski A Pittsburgh Legend

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October 14, 2026
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He Was Already Great. One Swing Made Him Immortal.

Pittsburgh Pirates | October 13, 1960 | Forbes Field

PITTSBURGH: Before Bill Mazeroski swung at Ralph Terry's second pitch in the bottom of the ninth inning, he was already one of baseball's finest second basemen. He had the hands, instincts and footwork that make a position look easier than it is. He belonged to a brilliant Pittsburgh Pirates team that had fought the mighty New York Yankees to the seventh game of the World Series. His greatness was established long before the baseball left his bat.

Then he swung. The ball rose toward left field. The outfielders turned and watched. And the player who had spent years making other people's outs became the man who ended a World Series with a home run.

On October 13, 1960, Bill Mazeroski did not become a great ballplayer. He became a legend.

October 13, 1960 | Forbes Field10–9Pirates over Yankees. Bottom of the ninth. The first walk-off home run to end a World Series Game 7.

The Great Second Baseman Before the Famous Swing

The familiar film of Mazeroski racing around the bases can obscure the player he had been until that moment. At 24, he was already the National League's standard for defensive excellence at second base. His quick exchange on double plays, reliable hands and uncanny anticipation had made him indispensable to Pittsburgh's infield.

He was not a slugger masquerading as a middle infielder. His value came from doing a difficult job extraordinarily well, day after day, inning after inning. He won the Gold Glove in 1958 and 1959 and would win it again for the 1960 season. Eventually there would be eight Gold Gloves, 10 All-Star selections and election to the National Baseball Hall of Fame.

And his excellence was part of something larger. This was not a mediocre club waiting for a miracle. The 1960 Pirates were the National League champions, with 95 regular-season victories and a cast capable of winning in almost any fashion.

8Career Gold Gloves
10All-Star selections
2001Hall of Fame induction

A Championship Team, Not a One-Man Miracle

Dick Groat, Mazeroski's double-play partner at shortstop, won the 1960 National League batting title and Most Valuable Player Award. Roberto Clemente was emerging as one of the most complete and electric players baseball had ever seen. Vern Law won 20 games and the Cy Young Award. Roy Face anchored the bullpen. Don Hoak brought grit to third base; Bill Virdon covered center field; Bob Skinner, Rocky Nelson, Smoky Burgess and others supplied timely offense.

Manager Danny Murtaugh knew what he had: a club with the skill to compete and the nerve to survive. The Pirates had not won the World Series since 1925. Pittsburgh's industrial skyline and crowded neighborhoods had waited 35 years for another championship.

Across the diamond stood the Yankees: Mickey Mantle, Roger Maris, Yogi Berra, Whitey Ford, Bobby Richardson and a franchise accustomed to owning October. New York's three victories in the series were routs. Yet the Pirates had won three games too. The scoreboard of the series was even, no matter how uneven the individual scores looked.

46–17The Yankees outscored Pittsburgh over the first six games. The series was still tied, three games apiece.

Four Runs, and a Dream Within Reach

On a clear Thursday afternoon, 36,683 spectators packed Forbes Field for Game 7. Bob Turley started for New York; Vern Law for Pittsburgh. The Pirates struck first. In the bottom of the opening inning, Bob Skinner walked with two outs and Rocky Nelson drove a two-run homer into the right-field stands.

In the second, Burgess singled and Hoak walked. Mazeroski reached on a bunt single, loading the bases. A double play threatened to drain the inning of its promise, but Virdon singled home two more runs. Pittsburgh led 4–0.

For a moment, the championship seemed to be unfolding exactly as Pittsburgh had imagined. But a four-run lead against that Yankees lineup was no guarantee of anything.

After Two Innings4–0Pittsburgh jumped ahead on Nelson's home run and Virdon's two-run single.

The Yankees Refused to Disappear

Bill Skowron homered in the fifth to begin New York's response. In the sixth, the Yankees pushed two men aboard and forced Murtaugh to summon Face from the bullpen. Mantle singled in a run. Then Berra hit a three-run homer, abruptly turning Pittsburgh's 4–0 lead into a 5–4 deficit.

New York kept coming. In the eighth, John Blanchard singled home a run and Clete Boyer doubled in another. The Yankees led 7–4. The Pirates were down to six outs. An opponent that had overwhelmed them repeatedly throughout the series appeared ready to finish the job.

But this Pittsburgh team had not survived seven months and six World Series games by surrendering at the first sight of trouble.

The Eighth Inning That Should Have Been the Ending

Gino Cimoli opened the bottom of the eighth with a pinch-hit single. Virdon followed with a ground ball toward shortstop Tony Kubek. The ball took a brutal hop and struck Kubek in the throat, sending him out of the game. Instead of a possible double play, the Pirates had two runners aboard with nobody out.

Groat singled home Cimoli. After a sacrifice and a flyout, Clemente chopped a slow roller toward first. He beat the play as another run scored. The score was 7–6, and the inning was still alive.

Then Hal Smith, a catcher who had entered the game as a replacement, delivered a swing that would have been the most famous in almost any other World Series. With two runners on and two outs, Smith drove a three-run home run into left field.

Forbes Field erupted. Pittsburgh led 9–7. The Pirates had scored five times, transforming what looked like defeat into the doorstep of a championship.

A three-run deficit became a two-run lead in one astonishing inning.Hal Smith's eighth-inning home run | Pirates 9, Yankees 7

Had the Yankees gone quietly in the ninth, Smith's blast might have become Pittsburgh's defining baseball memory. But the afternoon was not finished rewriting itself.

One More Heartbreak, One More Chance

Bob Friend opened the ninth for Pittsburgh, but Richardson and pinch-hitter Dale Long singled. Murtaugh turned to Harvey Haddix. Maris made an out, then Mantle singled home a run. Pittsburgh's lead shrank to 9–8.

Berra hit a ground ball to Nelson at first. Nelson stepped on the bag for the out, then tried to tag Mantle, who scrambled back toward first and avoided the tag. Gil McDougald scored the tying run on the play. The Yankees had tied it, 9–9.

After another out, the inning ended. The championship was still undecided. The Pirates had lost a four-run lead, recovered from a three-run deficit, built another lead and watched that disappear too. A single run now separated either team from baseball immortality.

Bottom of the 2nd | Pittsburgh 4, New York 0Nelson's homer and Virdon's single put the Pirates in command.
Middle of the 8th | New York 7, Pittsburgh 4Berra's homer and later Yankee runs threaten Pittsburgh's season.
End of the 8th | Pittsburgh 9, New York 7Hal Smith's three-run blast caps a five-run rally.
Middle of the 9th | 9–9The Yankees score twice. Nothing has been settled.
Bottom of the 9th | Pittsburgh 10, New York 9Mazeroski leads off and sends Terry's second pitch over the wall.

The Second Pitch

Ralph Terry was on the mound for New York. Mazeroski was due to lead off the bottom of the ninth. There were no runners to drive in, no teammates to advance, no strategic complications to unravel. One swing could win the championship outright.

Terry's first pitch missed high. Ball one.

The second pitch came in. Mazeroski connected, driving the baseball high toward left-center field. The Yankees' outfielders drifted back, then looked up. The ball cleared the wall.

And suddenly there was nothing left to play.

1–0The count when Mazeroski hit Terry's second pitch out of Forbes Field.

Mazeroski rounded first with his helmet raised, then raced around the bases as teammates poured from the dugout and spectators began spilling onto the field. The Yankees had scored more runs across the seven games. The Pirates had won four of them. That was the only arithmetic that mattered.

There had been World Series walk-off hits and extraordinary championship moments before. But never had a player ended the seventh game of a World Series with a home run. It remains one of the sport's singular images: a ball beyond the wall, a helmet held aloft, and an entire city losing itself in joy.

Bottom of the Ninth | No OutsHOME RUNBill Mazeroski. Ralph Terry. One ball, no strikes. World champions.

When Forbes Field Became Pittsburgh

The crowd rushed the diamond. Celebration spilled from the ballpark into the streets, through neighborhoods and across a city that had waited more than a generation. Horns blared, strangers embraced and Pittsburghers who had listened at work or watched at home shared the same impossible conclusion: the Pirates had beaten the Yankees.

It was not simply that a beloved team had won. It was the way the team had won: battered, doubted, repeatedly pushed toward the edge and somehow still standing. The Pirates' resilience mirrored the pride of the city that claimed them.

And for Mazeroski, who had made his reputation on routine excellence rather than spectacle, there was no rehearsed response. The moment belonged to him, but he could hardly have understood how many other lives it would touch.

The Swing Was the Beginning of the Legend, Not the Whole Career

Mazeroski continued playing for Pittsburgh through 1972, spending his entire 17-season major-league career in a Pirates uniform. He helped the club win another World Series in 1971. His record of 1,706 double plays turned as a second baseman speaks to a career built on consistency, positioning and teamwork.

When the Hall of Fame welcomed him in 2001, the honor recognized the full measure of his work at second base. The home run was unforgettable, but a lifetime of exceptional defense made him worthy of Cooperstown.

That distinction matters. The swing did not turn an ordinary player into a star. It turned an already great player into a symbol of Pittsburgh sports history.

17Seasons, all with Pittsburgh
1,706Career double plays at second
2World Series championships

A City That Still Knows the Next Pitch

Generations of Pirates fans have returned to the old Forbes Field site, replayed the broadcast and watched the grainy film of the final at-bat. They already know the count, the pitcher and the destination of the ball. They watch anyway.

They remember Smith's homer, Clemente's hustle, Groat's steady brilliance, Law's 20-win season, Murtaugh's calm and the thousands of smaller plays that made one championship swing possible. They remember a great team, not merely a spectacular ending.

Most of all, they remember that before Mazeroski lifted his helmet, he had earned the right to stand in that batter's box. He was already great. The Pirates were already great. And one swing gave their greatness a moment that could never be forgotten.

Before the swing, Bill Mazeroski was a great second baseman on a great Pittsburgh Pirates team.

After the swing, he was a legend.

Forever.
What is your favorite story or family memory of the Pirates' 1960 World Series victory?

October 14, 1992: The Night A Generation Of Pirates Fans Lost A Piece Of Their Childhood

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October 14, 2026
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There are dates you remember because someone taught them to you. And there are dates you remember because something happened that made it impossible to forget.

The Night Everything Changed
October 14, 1992.
Game 7 • National League Championship Series

For children growing up in western Pennsylvania, West Virginia and southeastern Ohio, those numbers are more than a date on a calendar. They mark the night something innocent and wonderful was taken from us. The night we discovered that loving something with your whole heart offered absolutely no protection against having it broken.

It was a Wednesday. A school night.

Some of us were sitting on living room carpets, close enough to the television to hear every word. Others were curled up on couches beside our fathers, wearing Pirates shirts that had been washed so many times the lettering was beginning to fade. Some had homework waiting in another room. Some had already been told they were staying up too late.

Nobody wanted to go to bed.

The Pittsburgh Pirates were one victory away from the World Series.

And for those of us who had grown up with Barry Bonds, Andy Van Slyke, Bobby Bonilla, Doug Drabek, Jay Bell, José Lind and Jim Leyland, the World Series wasn't some distant dream anymore.

It was right there.

We could almost touch it.

We had watched the Pirates win three consecutive National League East championships. We had endured the disappointment of 1990 against Cincinnati and the heartbreak of 1991 against Atlanta. We believed, with the unreasonable certainty that only children possess, that 1992 would finally be our year.

And for eight innings in Atlanta, it was.

Doug Drabek was magnificent. The Pirates had scored in the first inning and again in the sixth. They led the Braves 2–0 entering the bottom of the ninth inning of Game 7 of the National League Championship Series.

3 Outs Away Just three more outs, and Pittsburgh would be going to its first World Series since 1979.

For a child born in the early 1980s, 1979 might as well have been ancient history. Willie Stargell and the We Are Family Pirates belonged to our parents' memories.

This was supposed to be ours.

Then the ninth inning began.

Terry Pendleton doubled. David Justice reached when Lind, ordinarily one of the surest fielders in baseball, couldn't handle a ground ball. Sid Bream walked, loading the bases with nobody out.

Jim Leyland came out to remove Drabek. Stan Belinda entered with the season balanced on every pitch.

Ron Gant hit a deep fly ball that Bonds caught near the left-field wall. Pendleton scored.

Bottom Of The Ninth Inning
Pittsburgh 2
–
Atlanta 1
One Out

One out.

Damon Berryhill walked, and the bases were loaded again. There were pitches that looked like strikes, calls we couldn't understand, and a growing feeling that the whole world was somehow turning against us.

Then Belinda retired Brian Hunter on a pop-up.

Two outs.

1 More Out. One more out, and every horrible possibility would disappear.

One more out, and every horrible possibility would disappear. We would celebrate. We would wake up Thursday morning exhausted and happy. We would wear our Pirates shirts to school and talk about the World Series.

And then Francisco Cabrera walked to the plate.

Francisco Cabrera. Two Words A Generation Would Never Forget

Two Spanish words that an entire generation of Pittsburgh baseball fans would never, ever forget.

He was hardly the man anyone expected to decide the National League pennant. A reserve player with only 10 regular-season plate appearances that year, Cabrera had barely figured into the story.

Until suddenly, he became the story.

Belinda delivered.

Cabrera reached out and sent a sharp ground ball between third and short, into left field.

Justice scored.

Tie game.

But there was still Sid Bream, rounding third.

Sid Bream, of all people.

The former Pirate. The familiar face. The man who had once worn our uniform and who, with his damaged knees and cumbersome stride, seemed like the last runner in baseball who should have been able to score from second on that hit.

Bonds charged the ball in left field and threw home.

It was a tremendous effort, a one-hop throw that gave catcher Mike LaValliere a genuine chance to make the play. LaValliere received it slightly toward the first-base side of home plate and lunged back toward Bream.

For one impossible instant, the entire season existed in the space between a catcher's glove and a sliding runner.

Then home plate umpire Randy Marsh made the call.

The Call That Ended Everything SAFE! One word. A thousand broken hearts.

Not a quiet word. Not a small, forgettable gesture.

We remember the emphatic motion of his arms, his whole body delivering the verdict as though the word itself needed to be driven into the ground.

Safe.

The Braves had won, 3–2.

Atlanta-Fulton County Stadium erupted. Players poured onto the field. The crowd of 51,975 became a roaring celebration of everything that had just been taken from Pittsburgh.

And somewhere hundreds of miles away, in living rooms across the Alleghenies, children stopped breathing for a moment.

It was over.

There would be no World Series.

There would be no parade.

There would be no happy ending.

The Image We Could Never Forget

And then there was Andy Van Slyke.

Of everything that happened that night, of all the pictures that have remained lodged in our memories, perhaps none is more painful than the sight of our center fielder sitting alone in the outfield grass.

His hat sat crookedly atop his head. His elbows rested on his knees. His shoulders slumped beneath the weight of a season that had ended seconds earlier.

He wasn't arguing. He wasn't throwing equipment. He wasn't even walking toward the dugout.

He just sat there.

Motionless.

A grown man who had spent an entire summer chasing something extraordinary, suddenly looking as helpless and heartbroken as the children watching him on television.

We knew exactly how he felt.

And somehow, seeing him like that made everything worse.

Because Andy Van Slyke wasn't supposed to look defeated. He was supposed to be the smiling, diving, joking center fielder who made impossible catches and made baseball seem like the greatest game anyone had ever invented.

But there he was, sitting in the grass while another team celebrated.

And for the first time, maybe, we understood that even our heroes couldn't make everything right.

The television kept showing the celebration in Atlanta. Braves players embracing. Fans cheering. Sid Bream being swallowed by his teammates.

But in our homes, there was a different kind of silence.

Maybe a father shut off the television without saying anything. Maybe a mother tried to explain that there would be another season. Maybe somebody said the Pirates had played a great game and there was nothing to be ashamed of.

We knew they meant well.

But we didn't want another season.

We wanted this season.

We wanted these Pirates.

And we wanted the ending we had already imagined.

For some of us, the tears came immediately. For others, they never came at all. We simply stared at the screen, waiting for someone to explain how something that had seemed so certain could vanish in a few terrible seconds.

It felt like a death in the family.

Not because a baseball game was truly the same as losing someone we loved, but because, at that age, we didn't yet have the words to describe grief on a smaller scale. We only knew that something precious had been there, and now it was gone.

And the worst part was that we couldn't fix it.

We couldn't ask for one more pitch. We couldn't rewind the ninth inning. We couldn't make José Lind field the ball cleanly or make the umpire raise his fist instead of spreading his arms.

We couldn't make Sid Bream out.

The following morning, the world behaved as though nothing had happened.

School buses arrived. Teachers handed out assignments. The sun came up over the hills of western Pennsylvania, West Virginia and southeastern Ohio.

But something had changed.

We went to school carrying a sadness that adults might have dismissed as disappointment over a game.

It wasn't just a game to us.

It was the summer we'd spent listening to announcers, studying box scores, collecting baseball cards and pretending to be our favorite players in backyards. It was the bond between fathers and sons, between friends, between entire communities that believed Pittsburgh could do something special.

It was childhood, with all its wonderful certainty that the good guys would eventually win.

And on October 14, 1992, that certainty disappeared.

We didn't know then that Bonds would leave Pittsburgh for San Francisco that winter, that Drabek would depart for Houston, or that the Pirates were about to begin a stretch of losing seasons that would last two decades.

We didn't know that this wasn't simply the end of a season.

It was the end of an era.

Maybe that's why it still hurts.

Thirty-four years have passed. Those of us who were children have become parents, and some have become grandparents. We've lived through real tragedies, lost people we loved, celebrated marriages and births, and experienced all the things that put a baseball game into perspective.

And still, somehow, October 14 brings us back.

Back to the living room.

Back to the television.

Back to the ninth inning.

Back to Barry Bonds throwing home, Mike LaValliere reaching for the tag, Randy Marsh throwing his arms wide, and Andy Van Slyke sitting alone in center field.

Back to the night we learned that sometimes you can do almost everything right, come within one out of everything you've dreamed about, and still lose.

We remember Francisco Cabrera.

We remember Sid Bream.

We remember that terrible word.

SAFE.

And we remember how, for one generation of children who loved the Pittsburgh Pirates, a little piece of childhood ended on a Wednesday night in October.

Maybe the most heartbreaking thing of all is that, thirty-four years later, some part of us is still sitting beside Andy Van Slyke in that outfield grass.

Still waiting for the ending to change.

Still wishing we could have just one more out.

Where were you when Sid Bream crossed home plate?

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