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Gotta love it! What a game!
Peanuts, popcorn, crackerjacks. Bleacher bums, passionate crowds booing the umpire. The crack of the bat. The smell of an oiled glove. The smell of spilled beer flowing between your feet from a couple rows up. Foul balls. Hot dogs with mustard and onions.
Baseball's a game where miracles can happen.
Once, when a batter stepped into the box and made the sign of the cross, Hall of Fame catcher, Yogi Berra, said to him, "Let's just leave God outta this, okay?"
But sometimes, God seems to interfere with the game. Take the miracle of Coogan's Bluff, for example. Fifty years ago this week: October 3, 1951. The time is 3:58 p.m. in New York City, The Polo Grounds, also known as Coogan's Bluff, home field for the New York Giants.
The Giants are playing the Brooklyn Dodgers - bitter cross-town rivals now battling in the best-of-three National League pennant playoffs. Only six weeks ago, the Giants had trailed the Dodgers by 13 games.
But now it's the bottom of...