Bobby Thomson died yesterday.
A baseball legend.
The player responsible for the “…shot heard round the world!”
It was 1951. National League playoff game number 3. Final game of the playoffs. Brooklyn Dodgers and New York Giants tied at 1 game a piece. Winner to play the New York Yankees in the World Series.
Bottom of the ninth. Dodgers winning by 2 runs. Giants had 2 men on base. Thomson up. Hit a home run! Giants won 5-4!
I was working in McHarris Supermarket at the time in Utica, New York. I was a junior in high school. Some things you remember. I was shelving can goods. Campbell’s tomato soup.
The radio announcer shouted out the home run! And yelled “…The Giants win the pennant!” Four times he said it. Remembered to this day.
Thomson became life long famous for hitting the home run. Ralph Branca threw the pitch. He too became famous, though I am sure he would rather not have had the dubious honor.
My company left yesterday. Donna and Terri. A one week visit which turned into four and a half. No sweat. Loved having them. They return in October when Terri has a gig here in Key West.
I had dinner last night with Lisa and the family. Turned out to be Alley Oop time.
My 5 year old granddaughter and I were chatting. Somehow I came up with the name Alley Oop. Who is alley Oop, she asked. Am I named after him?
I tried explaining that Alley Oop was a cartoon character when Poppa was small. He was a prehistoric caveman. Lived in a hole in a mountain called a cave. Road his pet dinosaur Dinny.
It all went over her head! Caveman, cave and the like.
I took her to the computer. Typed in Alley Oop. Up came his comic strips. Now she understood!
Both Ally and Robert had immediate recognition of the dinosaur Oop rode. Today’s kids know dinosaurs.
I am honored. Kurt asked me to ride with him. He is probably the best golfer in our group. I, the worst. Kurt is a gentleman.
Enjoy your day!