No, I am not crazy. After listening to this you may not agree with me, but hey that's what makes horseracing.
Recently, I was talking with a very old friend from long ago; I mentioned the citywide basketball tournament held at Madison Square Garden when we attended Erasmus Hall High School in Brooklyn, New York. I asked if he remembered the final game in 1956, when we beat Commerce High after edging Thomas Jefferson by a single point in the semis. He said he didn't.
"But you must," I argued. "You sat with me for both games. Don't you remember that big lummox, Stu Gottdenker, tipping the great Tony Jackson's jump shot at the buzzer...?" He didn't. "Well, how about the quarterfinals in 1959, when our undersized team beat towering, fearsome George Washington 89-63...." That rang a bell. Kind of.
A quick internet search revealed neither Erasmus nor Commerce won the title in 1956, it was DeWitt Clinton!? Clinton? No way! Did they even have a basketball team?
I could not drop this. That reflected glory had been part of me for fifty-odd years! How could I be so wrong? And after ruining my eyes scanning several hundred plus entries in the New York Times archives, I found partial redemption. Semifinal: Erasmus 59, Jefferson 58. Yes! Then the final: Uh Oh. Commerce 63, Erasmus 56. Well, at least it wasn't Clinton.