I was a freshman at the University of Pittsburgh when the Pirates won the 1971 World Series in October 1971. The game was on a Sunday afternoon. I lived on the 13th floor of a high-rise dorm which looked out over Forbes Avenue, a major Pittsburgh street. One of the guys had a tape recorder – the old kind about the size of a book with small reels – and hung it out the window. He could pick up the sounds from the packed street below. It was full of cars celebrating the big win. We heard that the Original Hot Dog Shop, the main place to get carry out beer nearby, ran out of beer. That’s hard to believe.