It’s hard to believe that it has been 35 years since the world found out about Thurman Munson‘s tragic death.
It was in the midst of the season, Munson was in his prime and the news was so shocking and jarring that grown men all over the New York area and beyond were beside themselves with grief. The captain of the Yankees was gone. His life snuffed out by smoke and flames in a plane crash in Ohio.
I was a few weeks shy of my 5th birthday in early August 1979 but I clearly remember the look on my dad’s face when he found out about Munson’s death. The next time I saw a look that was even remotely similar on his face was when he came home from escaping the chaos in lower Manhattan on 9/11. He just sat down, stunned, not believing the news.
How could Munson be dead? Was it real? I think that was everyone’s reaction.…