As many Bay Booming men, I am, and have always been, a baseball fan. So it’s with keen interest that each October, I turn my attention to the grand old game’s final seasonal hurrah, the World Series. Certainly that event now happens much deeper in October than it once did in my childhood in the late 1950s and ‘60s, back in a time when the post-season consisted of no playoff rounds, just a best-of-seven slug-it-out affair between the winners of each league. Now for me, it’s impossible to think of the World Series as a sports show-stopping event during my St.