"Lucky Lindy" and
the '27 Yankees
The 13th of June , 1927, was one of
the great testimonial days in the history of New York
City. Millions cheered as a ticker-tape parade welcomed
Charles A. Lindbergh who had defied death and gained
immortality flying "The Spirit of St. Louis" solo across
the Atlantic Ocean to Paris and back.
Once an unknown, the 25-year-old "Lucky Lindy" was now
too well known for some tastes. It was claimed in some
quarters that the young aviator was a bigger star than
Babe Ruth, if one could believe that.
Mark Koenig did not. The Babe, the Yankee second baseman
argued, was larger than Charles Lindbergh, larger than
life. "My God, the way people would come from all over
to see him. You had to be there to believe it."
You had to be in New York City that day to believe the
fuss made about the peerless pilot. "Col Lindbergh, New
York City is yours," Mayor Jimmy Walker, told him at the
City Hall lovefest. "I don't give it to you. You won
Lindbergh rode bare-headed in an open automobile in what
in later times was to be called the "Canyon of Heroes."
There were estimates that 4 million people were there to
see him and that tons and tons of confetti were showered
down upon him.
At the Stadium that day the Yankees were pitted against
Cleveland. Lou Gehrig with a .394 batting average, 14
homers and an incredible 60 RBIs torqued the Yankee
dynamo. The 20,000 die-hard fans who definitely cared
more about their team than Lindbergh had a good time
seeing New York pulverize the Indians, 14-6. Native
Alabaman Ben Paschal had one of his greatest days in
baseball, probably his greatest, ripping two homers (he
had but 24 in his career), a triple and double and
scored five times. Lazzeri and Dugan also homered while
Collins contributed a grand slam. The victory triggered
the longest Yankee winning streak of the season - nine
games, June 13th through July 23rd.
June 14 was a rainy day and the Yankees did not play.
Their lead over the second place White Sox was five
games. At this mid point in their sensational season the
Yankee lineup caused extreme stress to any pitcher who
had the misfortune to face it. It was truly Murderers
Row, a killing squad with thunder aplenty. As the
admiring members of the New York press kept pointing out
day after day if one of the Yankees sluggers didn't
hurt the opposing team, another one would. You could
count on it.