Yankees-Dodgers World Series is a fresh spin on a true classic

It is Yankees versus Dodgers, so maybe before the game you can sip a Nedick’s and have lunch at the Automat while perusing your Daily Mirror and your Herald-Trib.Maybe afterward you can catch a show at the Paramount at 1501 Broadway, or a late dinner at the Copa (after a few pops at Toots Shor’s, natch), and on the subway ride over you can read Jimmy Cannon tell you all about that afternoon’s game in The Post. It is Yankees versus Dodgers, so maybe when the game is over you can try to slip to the good side of the velvet rope outside Studio 54 (after putting the world to bed over a few beers at Runyan’s, of course).

Maybe on the off day you can go watch Nell Carter do her thing in “Ain’t Misbehavin’” at the Longacre, and after that maybe catch a late set by the Talking Heads or Elvis Costello downtown, at CBGB, or by Blondie or Patti Smith at Max’s Kansas City. It is Yankees versus Dodges, and so the baseball world will stand at attention as it regularly did in the ’40s and ’50s, as it regularly did in the ’70s.The flyover cities may roll their eyes about all of this, and they’re entitled to that.

Maybe it was too much when the Yankees and the Dodgers seemed to make their reservations in October before they ever left spring training every year. Somehow, though, it’s been 43 years since the last one. So Friday night, when Jack Flaherty throws the first pitch of the 120th World Series to Gleyber Torres, we will return to a familiar place again.The Yankees and the Dodgers, the Dodgers and the Yankees: Close your eyes and half the Hall of Fame goes flying by with many others who sure played at that level when these teams got together: Mickey and Duke … Whitey and Newk … Pee Wee and Scooter … Reggie and Dusty … Dixie and DiMaggio … Yogi and Campy … Jackie and Billy … Thurman and Fernando … Leo the Lip and Ol’ Case … “It was a thrill to play in those games,” one of the last Boys of Summer, Carl Erskine, said a fe...