"With two out in the bottom of the seventh, Carl Yastrzemski, 44, came to bat for the last time. Everyone understood. The fans again were on their feet. The noise did not stop. He stood at attention. Time was indeterminate. Yastrzemski’s face strained; veins in his neck taut. Slowly moving his toes, then heels, Yaz, in mincing movements, turned clockwise twice. Fans were clapping, cheering, yelling 23 years away. Yastrzemski studied section by section, pausing for a moment or two, staring into wild hands, faces he knew and had never known, memorizing them, eyes waving bye-bye, understanding time, sharing it again, ebbing quickly before his very eyes..."

A Yankee fan remembers Yaz's last game.