Chicago White Sox fans had waited 40 years for a World Series, and Los Angeles forever, and both cities made the most of it. It mattered not at all that the two clubs seemed ragamuffin upstarts compared to the great teams of the past, that to less prejudiced observers the White Sox were largely a team of castoffs, the Dodgers an unlikely combination of fading veterans and unseasoned kids who had somehow swept the two-game pennant playoffs from the National League champion Milwaukee Braves.
Both teams were good field, no hit; both had made...
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