The young writer squirmed in his chair while the producer looked over his script. It was the story of two last-place baseball teams who, one year later, found themselves playing in perhaps the greatest World Series of all time, one in which both teams were underdogs. The story told how the two teams battled through seven nail-biting games, three of them extra-inning games. It told how four of those games were decided on the final pitch, a distinction no other Series could lay claim to. It told a tale of two cities and how they got caught up in the excitement of living of the American baseball dream. How they responded with thunderous ovations, deafening chants, tomahawk chops, and fluttering homer hankies. It told of an undersized second baseman bidding to earn the MVP Award, an honor that eventually went to the hometown hero of the winning team. The script was filled with game-saving catches against the center field wall, bone-crunching collisions at home plate, controversial calls, game-ending home runs, and a sequence of Seventh Game double plays that defied belief. And in the end, it told of the climactic Seventh Game, a pitcher’s duel between a fresh-scrubbed youngster and the aging veteran he idolized as a boy. How they battled inning after inning until finally in the 10th, a broken bat double and a lazy-fly ball single scored the only run of the game and sent the hometown fans into a frenzy.