Forty-six years ago today, Red Sox homeboy and Hall-of-Fame sureshot Tony Conigliaro had his baseball career turned inside out.
From Bob Ryan’s terrific Boston Globe column today:
Tony Conigliaro would have been an all-time great
I was there. I was there, and I was pretty close, too.
I was there the night of Aug. 18, 1967, when a Jack Hamilton fastball hit Tony Conigliaro in the face. I was sitting in a box seat not far up the third base line from the screen. I went to 27 Red Sox games that summer, and I seldom had a better seat than I did on that Friday night, the start of a four-game series with the California Angels . . .
Read the rest at It’s Good to Live in a Two-Daily Town.
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