Monday, October 3, 2016

One Afternoon at Coogan's Bluff

Now it is done. Now the story ends. 
And there is no way to tell it. 
The art of fiction is dead. Reality has strangled invention.
Only the utterly impossible, the inexpressibly fantastic,
can ever be plausible again.
- "Miracle of Coogan's Bluff"
Red Smith

Those words formed the lead paragraph of the legendary New York sportswriter's column that appeared sixty-five years ago tomorrow in the pages of The New York Herald Tribune

They appeared there, then, because of what had happened in the Polo Grounds less than twenty-four hours earlier.  Playing in the first nationally-televised game, the New York Giants and their crosstown rivals, the Brooklyn Dodgers, treated America to one hell of an afternoon of baseball.  An afternoon that ended with Bobby Thomson besting Ralph Branca and with Russ Hodges screaming, over and over, the five saddest words that the indomitable Joanie K. has ever had to hear...

The MLB post-season starts on Tuesday - in Toronto.    


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