Drama Without a Script… By Bernie McCoy
Its been written that sports is "drama without a script". Every so often, however, a sports event plays out exactly according to a script, like the last act of a play. On October 26, 1951, that play was, in the eyes of many, a tragedy.
The day before, October 25th, I had, chronologically, become a teenager. I could now truthfully proclaim that "I was in my teens" and look forward to all the wonders life had to offer a teenager in Brooklyn. It didn't take long. October 26th was a Friday and Friday was fight night at Madison Square Garden.
I usually had to argue, cajole, persuade, and, usually, as a last resort, grovel, to get my dad to take me with him to McGuire's, the neighborhood gin mill, to watch the Friday Night Fights on TV. Once in a great while, he'd give in, particularly if Read more [...]