Thurman
About a month back, one of the guys in our 4-some sent his tee shot into the woods on the left.
“That’s a Thurman Munson,” another guy said.
“What?” I asked.
“A dead yank,” he answered.
“Whoa!” I yelled. “It was almost blasphemy! In the 45 years since the Yankees captain died in a plane crash I’d never once heard anyone say anything bad about him!
“Too soon?” He asked.
I just flashed back immediately to that day.
I was at the little league field watching my brother Jim’s game. My Mom pulled into the parking lot, lowered the window and broke the news.
I can still picture the scene.
Mom was as upset as I was - she watched the Yankees games with us each night.
“How does that happen?” 14-year old me asked.
I worried about the backup catcher not being much of a hitter - the Yankees were 7 games back - they’d never catch Baltimore without Thurman.
At 14 years old, I had no idea what sort of life Thurman had outside of baseball.
A wife and kids?
That’s why he was flying a plane??
Why didn’t he stay with the team???
It took a long while to get over it.
Maybe I’m not quite there.
“A dead yank.”
Wow!
May Thurman rest in peace. Forever remembered as a great Captain and player.
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