THE COFFIN CORNER: Vol. 20, No. 1 (1998)
Father Flynn and the Last NFL Championship at
Yankee Stadium
by Victor Mastro
Before the Super Bowl, in my second year as a teen, 1962, I rooted for our Bronx Giants, the New York
Giants. They studied football plays, practiced, rested, and ate at Fordham University, and so at Yankee
Stadium and the Concourse Plaza. This folklore of football, stories, and tales passed from one elder to a
younger; "What a game! The Sudden Death versus the Colts..., How they stopped Jim Brown..., Giants
had white uniforms and sneakers, and were perfect in '56, 47-7 over the Bears..., Steve Owen knew
defense with his Umbrella Defense..., You should have seen those old AAFC Yankees; Young and
Sanders, Boy! were they exciting..., the Army-Notre Dame wars, especially the biggest one in '46..., Sid
Luckman threw 7 TD passes for the Bears at the Polo Grounds, Lombardi played guard with Fordham's
Seven Blocks of Granite..., Strong and Danowski put on sneakers at the half and the Giants won their first
NFL title..., The Four Horsemen..., "Outlined against a blue October sky..."
My three uncles and their friends were all diehard Giants' fans. We would go to home games or gather
around the television set for away games. Many of my Christmas gifts were football centric; helmets,
books, equipment, etc. Christmas of 1958, I received a pro football, "The Duke." My uncle's friend, Hank,
somehow picked up this ball from one of the last two home games at Yankee Stadium against the
Cleveland Browns that season. I wanted to believe it was Pat Summerall's 50 yd. clutch kick in the snow
and dark of Yankee Stadium, as the Giants beat the Browns, 13-10, to force the playoff game, the
following week, Dec. 21, 1958. (Many football historians considered this kick one of the greatest kicks of
all time in the NFL). What memories and tales cherished us from that ball...
During the Thanksgiving Game of 1962, the Detroit Lions mauled the champion Packers. The Lions gave
Lombardi's Packers their only loss in 1962. My uncle John boasted, "We were going to get tickets for the
championship game for Christmas." How? we wondered. John, "Meatballs," devised a plan a few days
later. He called the Giants and gathered some information. He told my friend, "Ace," to buy Fordham
University letterhead, and have "Ace's" older brother and college professor, to write up a beautifully
crafted letter. This masterpiece of a letter will request tickets for a Father Flynn, Religious Dept., Fordham
University, and four of his students. A short time later, "Meatballs" called, "Father Flynn, Religion Dept.,
Fordham University. May God bless you. I will keep you in my prayers and blessings this Christmas
season..."
"Did you come across my letter?" "
Yes, Father but the seats are unavailable, and are on hold until further notice."
Meatballs, "Fr. Flynn," paused with his unfiltered cigarette, puffed, and rambled on in a religious rhetoric
with prayers and blessings, sort of convincing him in between puffs and pauses. "I will send my best
student, Robert, tomorrow with the cash for the five tickets. May God bless you, especially, this season.
You will be prayed for in my masses, vigils, and novenas." "Ace," (Robert) was summoned by John. Of
course, "Ace" had to go with another masterpiece of letter writing, it was a tight one. The next day as
"Ace" stood in the ticket office, the phone rang, it was Fr. Flynn fondly... A few days later, John discussed
the upcoming game, "It stated in the newspapers that the last five tickets for the Giants Packers
championship were taken up by a Fr. Flynn, Religion Dept., Fordham University..." The football tickets
were the promised Christmas gifts from John.
Gameday, Sunday, Dec. 30, 1962, we piled into uncle Freddie's black '58 Le Sabre Buick, "The Bomber,"
to go to the game. We could not find a parking space. Uncle John motioned with his cigarette to park in
the driveway of All Hallow's High School, a block or two from the Concourse.
"How can we park here?" We wondered. Uncle John pulled out some Fordham letterhead and wrote a
short note, "Dec. 30, 1962, 12:00 PM - 5:00 PM, Father Flynn, Religion Dept., Fordham University. On
official business. May God bless." Underneath the short note, he drew a small cross.
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As we approached Yankee Stadium, many people were crying out for tickets. A stranger came up and
offered me one hundred dollars for my seat. One hundred dollars in 1962 to a fourteen year old was big
time money. It was being rich for a while. Instead I went with my uncles to the game. Besides, all the
difficulty that Fr. Flynn had to go through, I could not and would not part with my ticket. It was brutally cold
and very windy, yet I still endured with my gift. I kept my ticket, and watched this historic game.
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