BTW, the late Shirley Povich (father of Maury), mentioned in the story as the brother of one of the participants in the game, was a very well known Washington sportswriter for over fifty years. Too bad we don't seem to have a story from him about this.Povich probably wouldn't have been allowed to write such a story at the time it happened, if it happened and if his brother was part of that game. (The game supposedly happened two years after Povich joined the Post, by the way.) When I was a newspaper reporter in the late 80s-early 90s, we had it hammered into us that you couldn't cover events involving your relations. Conflict of interest.
I haven't read Povich's memoir, All These Mornings, but I'd hazard a guess he could write about such a game if it happened in that book.
I do have a wonderful posthumous collection of Povich's columns assembled on his 100th birthday, All Those Mornings . . . at the Post. It sits on the same most prominent sports book shelf in my home as To Absent Friends from Red Smith, Red Smith on Baseball, The Sporting World of Jim Murray, How Life Imitates the World Series (Thomas Boswell), Guys, Dolls and Curveballs (Damon Runyon), all of Roger Angell's collections, Lardner on Baseball, The Best of Sport, Impossible Dreams: A Red Sox Collection, and Bunts (George F. Will) . . .