Word: carbo
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Died. Paul John ("Frankie") Carbo, 72, once the underworld's "commissioner of boxing"; of heart disease; in Miami Beach. Born on New York City's Lower East Side, Carbo graduated from a reformatory to become a hoodlum and reputed hit man for Murder Inc. During boxing's unsavory heyday, Carbo was a racketeer and strongman, forcing managers to fix fights. He was sent to jail for 25 years in 1961 for conspiracy and extortion, but was paroled this year because of failing health...
...eighth, the Red Sox staged a desperation comeback. With two on and two out, pinch hitter Bernie Carbo strode to the plate and, well, you know the rest of the story. With two strikes and more than a few tons of pressure on him. Carbo drove a Rawly Eastwick fastball deep into the center-field bleachers, tying the game. The unlikely Fenway crescendo had exploded again...
...Carbo's shot was just the end of the first movement, however. A couple more crescendoes and a grand finale were yet to come. In the bottom of the ninth, Cincinnati outfielder George Foster threw out Denny Doyle at home plate when Doyle tried to score from third on a pop fly. In the top of the eleventh, Red Sox rightfielder Dewey Evans robbed Joe Morgan of a home run with a reeling, leaping catch that Reds' manager Anderson called the best he had ever seen...
...most valuable player, "it had to be the greatest World Series game in history." Indeed, aside from Fred Lynn's numbing collision with the centerfield wall after barely missing a long Ken Griffey fly, at least three Red Sox feats outdid Hollywood. There were Pinch Hitter Bernie Carbo's eighth-inning, three-run homer that tied the game; Rightfielder Dwight Evans' game-saving catch of a Joe Morgan drive in the eleventh; and, most Homeric, Catcher Carlton Fisk's game-winning home run in the twelfth...
...Next slide, Freddie Lynn's arching home run finding its way to the Sox bullpen, click, the ugly scene of Lynn's body sprawled at the base of the Monster, a dissolve and a fade-in with the scoreboard Reds 6 Sox 3. Click, the Carbo miracle settling into the center field seats, click, Doyle out at the plate, the victory postponed, Morgan robbed by the golden glove of Evans, and finally the dancing, prancing Carlton Fisk waving his twelfth inning shot into fair territory...