"Could he do it again?"
"I doubt it. But anything can happen. Shhhh, let's listen."
Suddenly I understood everything the announcer was saying. He—Mel Allen—said that Feller was being taken out and a new pitcher brought in, Bob Muncrief. Soon it was DiMaggio's turn at bat again.
It was more than curiosity I was feeling now. I was aware of my heartbeat, and there was pressure in my throat. My mind was racing ahead to the fulfillment of a wish. The extraordinary act, if accomplished, would belong to me alone.
"...swings and it's going deep! If it stays fair...and it's going, it's going, it's GAH-OWN! Another home run! Joe DiMaggio has just hit his third straight home run, folks. Three straight home runs for the Yankee Clipper! How a-bout that!"
"My God, he did it! He did it!" I wanted to embrace the man, who was slapping his knee repeatedly and saying softly, "Hey! Hey!"
"Has anyone ever done it before?"
" Lou Gehrig once hit four."