The Chicago Tribune reminds me of the fall of 1959:
As I was passing the shop classroom at CLCHS, I heard a couple of guys bragging about how the White Sox were going to cream the Dodges in four games.
Being a 1958 transplant from Middletown, New York, where I had routed for the Brooklyn Dodgers, then relocated to Los Angeles, I said, “Wanna bet?”
One agreed.
“How much?”
“$5.”
I told him he would have to give me 2-1 odds.
He agreed.
I won.
