Game Six

The crowd rose to its feet.Carlton Fisk didn't run. He turned sideways and took three abbreviated hops down the first base line, wildly waving his arms at the ball like a kid in a Little League game, urging, willing, begging it to stay fair. Pete Rose turned and sprinted down the left field line, following the flight of the ball toward the pole, willing it to turn foul, and never saw Fisk's dance toward first. Tony Kubek stepped forward right into the Reds dugout, alongside Sparky and everyone else In the club, all of them craning their necks forward to keep the ball in sight.Thirty-five thousand people locked in a suspended passage of time-less than four seconds by the clock . . .Praise for The Match"Mark Frost, author of one of the sport's all-time great books, The Greatest Game Ever Played, produces another wonderful telling of a true tale . . . in The Match."--Chicago Tribune"Frost captures an elusive magic in this improbable matchup and what it meant...