Back in 1951, my family lived in a 4 story walk up tenement in Sunset Park Brooklyn. My dad was the lone NY Giants fan in the building; hell I think he was the only Giants fan in Sunset Park. When the Dodgers won an NL Pennant, the neighbors would hang a funeral crape over our door. From 1938 to 1950 there was a pennant drought for the Giants.
My dad didn’t go to the game on October 3, 1951, he worked his shift as an armed guard for First National City Bank (now known as Citi Bank) on Exchange Pl in Lower Manhattan and listened to the end of the game on a transistor radio in the guard’s locker room. After he went absolutely nuts when Bobby Thompson hit historic home run, he realized he had to get home to hang that funeral crape up on a neighbors door.
In the last stages of his life, two things my dad spoke about in length were growing up in Ireland and Bobby Thompson and The Shot Heard Around The World. Happy Anniversary!