Win A 1960 Pirates World Series DVD For Your Dad

This is a bad idea for your Dad this year.

Sure, getting your Dad a tie is really stupid nice. But how about getting him something he really wants?

We have you covered.

There is just one catch, of course. You knew there’d be a catch. In the comments below, give us a short story/something funny about your Dad and baseball. Easy. We have two judges ready to be the heart-breakers and decide our winners.

Thanks to our sponsor, we have three DVD sets for the winners that will be awarded on Father’s Day.




Now this is a Father's Day Gift



Pittsburgh Pirates Baseball’s Greatest Games: 1960 World Series, Game 7 DVD Set.

On October 13, 1960 the Pittsburgh Pirates completed one of the most unlikely upsets in World Series history. It was a classic, tense Game 7 marked by heroics, lead changes, and a stunning home run from “Maz.”

Direct from the Major League Baseball Archives, this rare and extraordinary television broadcast has been restored for this remarkable DVD presentation. It is the quintessential making of a Fall Classic hero, an iconic moment, and one unforgettable baseball game.

DISC 1: Original television broadcast of 1960 World Series Game 7, plus alternative radio play-by-play

DISC 2: 1960 World Series Film


Now get busy. And if you still give Dad the tie and keep the DVD, we won’t tell.

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  • paul

    after my first game as a kid, my dad said to me “well Paul, we may not know what God has planned for you in the future, but it sure as sh!t aint baseball”… true story. he was right. thanks Dad, love ya!

    • Tom Smith

      Great story Paul. Wonder what your Dad would say about some of the Bucs on the current roster

    • cocktailsfor2

      What position had you played in the game?

      What happened?

    • paul

      it was little league. I played right field and batted 8th. enough said. i missed a pop up, and a ground ball was roped to me and it went between my legs to the fence. i also struck out twice before i got benched. it was a bad game. i wasnt mentally into it. Thats why i feel bad for Cedeno at times…. lol

  • E$$$$$$$$

    Playing whiffle ball on the family vacation my oldest brother and dad were arguing. Then when my brother got up to hit (my dad was pitching) he immediately hit a line drive right off my dad’s face. After chasing him in the yard, he went inside and the game ubruptly ended as he developed a black eye. My dad still doesn’t laugh about the story today.

    • Tom Smith


    • cocktailsfor2

      Sounds like your Old Man still carries a grudge… family – what can you do?

      …although, to be fair, I still carry a small grudge against one of my sisters. She still, to this day, denies giving me an earful of peanut butter while I was on the phone. 40 freakin’ years and she still denies it. Heh.

  • SLucas

    I was in Junior league, about 14 years old. A teammate of mine made an error in the previous inning and as we were returning to the dugout he for some reason punted his glove toward the dugout… The coach (my dad) just so happened to be walking by and BAM hits him right in the jewels. As if that wasn’t bad enough, my mother, sitting in the nearby bleachers, joking yells out “There goes my night!” Everyone thought it was hilarious… except me.

    Talk about an all-time embarrassing moment. At least I can laugh about it now

    • cocktailsfor2

      OW! OW OW OW!

      They love that kind of stuff on AFV… didjoo get it on tape?


    • SLucas

      Lol no tape or video evidence. Seems like one of those “too good to be true” moments but that’s just something you can’t make up. My mother’s comment was just the icing on the cake

  • Joe

    I was 11, pitching in a Little League game. I was facing the best 12 year old in the entire league (he matured early and looked like he was 16, went on to play D-IA football). Called strike one, nice. He murders the next pitch 220 ft down the left field line. I watched in horror as it soared foul. I looked hopelessly to my Dad in the dugout. He looked back and said, “that’s a REALLY long strike. let’s go!” I fanned the batter on the next pitch. Trotted off the mound while coaches on both teams had a good laugh.

    • cocktailsfor2

      Cool story, Joe!

      But I gotta know – didjoo get the W?

    • Tom Smith

      I trust you remind him of that everytime you see him!

  • Dave Plavi

    Growing up, my parents were self employed and never really got to play catch with my dad. He was always working in his store. Well early one Sunday morning I convince him to toss the ball back and forth, because it was a slow morning. In front of the store, there were 6 huge 4′x 8′ windows, so he missed the ball and it goes into the grass where the grass is still wet from dew and doesn’t wipe the ball off. He throws it to me, well tries to at least, and the ball gets out of hand and goes through one of the huge windows. So we spend the next hour cleaning the glass up and putting a giant plyboard there. Several hundred dollars later, the window is replaced later that week. That was the last time I ever played catch with my dad lol

    • Tom Smith

      Oh man….

  • Steve

    October 1988- Game One of the World Series, Dodgers vs. A’s… I was a 13 year old Little League All Star, and my dad was my coach. We bonded over baseball, as we still do today. I watched the first seven innings in the living room with my dad. Saying he had to get up early the next morning, Dad turned in early. I stayed up to see how the first game would unfold. Heading into the 9th, the Dodgers trailed by one with Oakland’s ace, Dennis Eckersly in to close things out. The excitement continued to build, with Eck walking Mike Davis in a 1-run game. (Eckersley NEVER walked a leadoff hitter). Then, in Roy Hobbs fashion, the injured Kirk Gibson was called upon to pinch hit for Alejandro Pena. I couldn’t believe Dad was missing this historic match up. When Gibby’s one-handed swing deposited an Eckersley slider into the right field stands, giving the Dodgers an impossible victory, I jumped out of my seat, looking for someone to tell me I wasn’t dreaming- but I was alone. Given the historical significance of the event, I figured Dad wouldn’t mind being awoken, just for a minute. I rushed up the steps and flung open his bedroom door and shouted to my dad. Later, I was thankful that my teenage eyes weren’t able to immediately focus through the darkened room, to what was occurring inside. I remember Mom and Dad, each with an embarrassed sound to their voices, yelling for me to shut the door.
    Dad and I never spoke of what I saw the night of game one. I don’t believe we even talked about the ending to the game itself. But every time I see the replay of Kirk Gibson tipping his cap as he rounds second base, I’m reminded of that night.

    • Tom Smith

      Steve, that is one of the best stories ever written….hilarious!

  • David

    I’m an avid Pirates fan and contribute that to my dad and the exposure to baseball that he provided me growing up. He is from Pittsburgh and would share stories with me about how he would sit in the Forbes Field right field bleachers with his dad and watch Clemente play. He would tell me how good of a player he was, not just because of his skills, but also because of his hustle. My dad would say “Baseball’s the great equalizer because It doesn’t matter how big or small a player is, you should play it with heart and hustle. And that’s what makes a ballplayer.” I subscribed to that philosophy when I was young because I was a smaller kid. I really enjoyed playing and did fairly well. His mantra worked with me until I was 12 and in a regional All Star game played against a 13 year old pitcher who was almost two feet taller than me and had a mustache. He was big and intimidating. He was like the Danny Almonte of our area and went straight through our lineup. We didn’t have a chance and were no-hit that night. I quickly learned that heart and hustle help with a lack of size (Pedroia, Eckstein, Brian Roberts), but size is a tremendous differentiator (Ortiz, McGwire). Go Pirates!