I was 8 years old at the time - in third grade. Back then when they played in the afternoons, there was always someone who would sneak in a transistor radio. The excitement was unbelievable. I was already a huge Yankee fan, and just like today there were plenty of Yankee haters. As the game went back and forth different sections of kids would cheer depending on which team just went ahead. I got home just in time to see the Yankees tie it up, only to go down to defeat as Maz's homerun sailed over the wall. Ralph Terry on the mound. Hate to admit it, but I cried like a baby. I still remember my mom telling me to "grow up". Thanks Mom!