Came home from school to see my dad all worried. Giants were losing; but just as I put my books down, Don Mueller lined into right field and sending Alvin Dark to third. Monte Irvin then popped out.
At this point, my dad had strangled the newspaper and I walked into watch the game on TV. Whitey Lockman doubled down the left-field line. Dark scored and Mueller broke his ankle sliding into third. The stage was set for Bobby Thomson as Ralph Branca came into the game.
The next thing I remember was Russ Hodges yelling “The Giants win the penant. The Giants win the penant. The Giants win the penant.” and my dad hitting the nine foot ceiling (he was 5’5”). My mom came in, thinking that my dad was having a heart attack. The best part was that aunt, uncle and cousin were die-hard Dodger fans.
RIP Bobby and Thank You.
That was a great story - thank you. I met Ralph Branca once, during a Little League dinner. He seemed like a very nice man, if a bit sad in a way I couldn’t yet quite grasp.
There was TV in 1951?