Don Larsen died on Wednesday. I wrote a little bit about him for The Athletic.
I spoke with Larsen on a couple of occasions, and it always impressed me how happily he embraced his role in baseball history. Sure, it’s a wonderful role, but just think — for more than a half century, he rarely had a public moment when he wasn’t being asked to relive one day in 1956.
Wouldn’t any of us get sick of going back to that one day, no matter how perfect it was?
I don’t know the answer to that, but as far as I do know Larsen never did. He seemed to understand how important it was for all us to believe in the possibilities that tomorrow might just be perfect.