Last Thursday, at 5:08 p.m., bedlam broke loose in Brooklyn. Staid citizens dashed out of their homes and shops, yelling "We're in, we're in!" Housewives stood on their stoops, beating dishpans; kids tooted tin horns; barkeeps opened their taps, "set 'em up on the house."
For 21 long years, Brooklynites had waited for this moment. Their beloved Dodgers ("Our Bums") had just clinched the National League pennant in Boston. Many another baseball town has gone wild over a pennant victory. But Brooklyn's faithful fans—victims of an inferiority complex provoked by the pompous, pennant-heavy New...
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