One baseball game is pretty much like another. Since this is merely a day by day, game by game run through of the 1961 American League baseball season, it would tend to get terribly dull. What saves it, for anyone who has any interest in the sport whatever, is the steadily mounting, unpredictable crescendo of excitement accompanying Roger Maris history making attack on the long standing record of Babe Ruth. For the first time since the legendary Babe hit 60 homers in 154 games, two players, from Ruth's own Yankees, were pacing each other in a neck-and-neck for a new record. Maris, who got through the season without serious injury, was more fortunate than his team- and roommate, Mickey Mantle; dogged Mickey in the last days of the race and contributed to the agitation both felt. Once Maris had claimed a record of his own, 61 homeruns in games, and the skees won the Pennant, the white glare of four-bagger publicity the facts that the Yankees won the series 2) Roger hit another important homeron in the series ) he had walked away with the runs-batted-in title a second time. Publicity also threatened to upset the serene home life he prefers to lead, withal be, his wife, and their four children manage to sound like nice people. For avid fans and statistics fiends, with just a touch of general human interest.