Remembering the night Tony C got beaned. The Red Sox should finally do the right thing and retire Conigliaro's No. 25
To commemorate tomorrow’s 55th anniversary of one of the most iconic
moments of the Boston Red Sox’s fabled 1967 Impossible Dream season --- the
beaning of Tony Conigliaro on the sultry summer night of Friday, Aug. 18, 1967
--- I thought I’d share this column that I wrote for The Sun Chronicle of
Attleboro, MA, as the 50th anniversary of that moment approached. That
column was published on Aug. 16, 2017.
At the same time, I’m taking this opportunity to renew my plea for the Boston
Red Sox to retire Tony Conigliaro’s No. 25.
Conigliaro, known forever to Red Sox fans of that era as “Tony C,” shares a
unique place in the history of the Sox and that magical Impossible Dream year. He
also set records that stood for a very long time, including being the
youngest American League player to reach 100 home runs which he did at the age of 22,
The proper way to preserve Conigliaro’s legacy and place in Boston sports
history demands that the Red Sox do the right thing and finally retire his
number.
I don’t expect the current tone-deaf ownership to finally do that, but that honor is long overdue.
Enjoy the column --- and let the Red Sox know that you want Tony C's No. 25 retired! #Tony C.
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NOTE: This column originally appeared in The Sun Chronicle of Attleboro, MA on Wednesday, Aug. 16, 2017.
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It’s one of my “where-where-you-when moments” that I’ll never forget – and it
happened on a Friday night 50 years ago this week.
The beaning of Boston Red Sox slugger Tony Conigliaro during the 1967 season --
like the moon landing and JFK’s assassination -- is forever imbedded in my
memory banks. That’s because I was sitting in the first-base grandstand when a
fastball slammed into the left cheekbone of Conigliaro, forever changing the
storied ’67 season and ultimately prematurely ending the right-fielder’s
career.
The team’s accomplishments will be honored in a pregame ceremony tonight, and
if you don’t automatically connect 1967 with “The Impossible Dream” song, then
you’re a Gen-Xer or millennial. That’s because the Impossible Dream team’s
exploits will never be forgotten by the fans who flocked to Fenway that summer,
when we came to believe in the improbable happening every day.
Fifty years later, it’s hard for those who were under 6 in 1967 to fathom why
the beaning of Tony C by California Angels pitcher Jack Hamilton was such a big
deal, so here’s why it was: Tony C was a rarity: a local boy (from the North
Shore) who made it big with the Sox, and was tearing the cover off the ball. He
set all kind of records when he broke in as a rookie three years earlier at 19,
and in 1965, he became the youngest player to lead the league in homers, with
32. Just the previous month at 22, he had become the youngest American Leaguer
to hit 100 homers. He was having another solid year, and was one of the leaders
of that team, along with Carl Yastrzemski, Reggie Smith,
Jim Lonborg, Rico Petrocelli and George Scott.
Sitting in the first-base grandstand that night, I can still hear the thud when
Hamilton’s ball smashed into Tony C’s helmet and sent him sprawling on the
ground in the bottom of the fourth. The Sox won that game, but when the picture
of Tony C with his black eye in his hospital bed was splashed across the front
pages of Boston’s papers on Saturday morning, it was clear that not only was
Conigliaro done for the year, but his future was in jeopardy.
In hindsight, it wasn’t surprising that Tony C would never be the same again
--- Hamilton’s fastball broke his cheekbone, dislocated his jaw and damaged the
retina in his left eye, which hindered his comeback attempts and ultimately ended
his career. In quotes by Tony C compiled by the Society for American Baseball
Research, we can understand just how brutal the beaning was:
“The ball came
sailing right toward my chin. I know I didn’t freeze. I definitely made a move
to get out of the way of the ball. When the ball was about 4 feet from my head,
I knew it would get me. And I knew it would hurt because Hamilton was such a
hard thrower. I was frightened. I threw my hands up in front of my face and saw
the ball follow me back and hit me square in the left side of the head.
“As soon as it crushed into me, it felt as if the ball would go in one side of
my head and come out the other; my legs gave way and I went down like a sack of
potatoes. Just before everything went dark, I saw the ball bounce straight down
on home plate. It was the last thing I saw for several days.
“I was never knocked out, but I wish I had
been. I rolled on the ground trying to stop the pain in my head with my hands.
The impact of the ball made both my eyes slam shut, and I felt a tremendous
swelling in my mouth. I couldn’t see. I remember thinking, ‘I’m blind, I can’t
see.’
“The swelling
was so bad inside my mouth that I was worried about breathing. My mouth was
filling up fast with fluid. I had only a small opening that I could breathe
through, and then the thought started running through my mind: Suppose this
thing closes up? I won’t be able to breathe. I thought, ‘Oh, Jesus, if this
thing closes up on me I’m gone.’ That’s when I asked God to keep me alive.”
Conigliaro’s prayers
were answered – for a while. After missing the 1968 season, he had two
successful seasons in 1969 and 1970, when he hit 36 homers. But in 1971, while
playing with the Angels, vision problems related to the beaning left him sidelined
until 1975, when he was the designated hitter for the Red Sox on opening day.
However, his comeback ended after just 21 games. He suffered a heart attack on
Jan. 9, 1982, and then had a stroke that left him in a coma. He died Feb. 24,
1990 at 45.
So, while cheering for the Impossible Dream team this week, take time to remember
one of the saddest nights at Fenway Park, and the young slugger who inspired
the team to bring the Sox their first pennant in 21 years.
LARRY KESSLER is a retired Sun Chronicle local news editor who can quote from
the “Impossible Dream” album. He can be reached at lkessler1@comcast.net.
Yes, retire Tony C’s number! Long, long, long overdue! And, the way the Sox are headed this season, it might distract from the standings and provide a feel-good story for the franchise.
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