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Sprinklers played on the lawns and the sun glinted on the wet grass. Hartack was fresh-eyed. He had slept for 1 1 hours and when Paul Foley, a guy who stays with him, woke him up, Bill took a shower, swallowed orange juice and coffee and left for the job of riding horses. For anybody who ever has had to go to work hours earlier each morning, packed into a train with nervous, bleak-faced commuters who spend most of their time at home two-stepping with bill col- lectors, Hartack's way of life is the kind of thing you would steal for. Hartack didn't talk as he drove to the track. He was thinking about the horses he would ride that day.
At night, he reads the Racing Form and carefully goes over every horse in each race and as he does this he tries to remember their habits. One will swing wide on a turn, he will tell himself, so if he gets a chance he will stay 6 Jimmy Breslin behind that one and then move inside him. This reading and remembering is something a jockey must do or he isn't worth a quarter.
Hartack, as he drove to the track, ran over the horses in his mind. He was mute as he pulled the car into the officials' lot at the track. His face was solemn as he walked through the gate and into the jockeys' room. Inside, he undressed, put on a white T-shirt and whipcord riding pants, then sat quietly while a valet tugged on his riding boots.
The other jockeys paid no attention to him except for a nod here and there and Hartack returned it. Then he took out the program and the Racing Form and began to look at them again. It always bothers me. It was the best you ever will get in the way of conversation when Hartack is on a track. Outside, Chick Lang was standing on the gravel walk in front of the racing secretary's office.
He was shaking his head. Lang is a heavy, round-faced, blond-haired guy of He had been at the barns at a. Concentrating, serious. Nobody allowed to talk. That's fine. It's the way he wants it and that's the way it should be. But what about other people? Don't you think he should give them something, too?
That was yesterday. So I went out and booked him on seven horses. What happens? Sunday night he calls me from Las Vegas. They run planes out of there like they were streetcars. But that's what he tells me. Now I've got to get on the phone and start trying to find trainers and tell them Hartack can't ride the next day. It embarrasses hell out of me. Here I make commitments and then I have to break them.
It's terrible. And while carrying around this winning-is-all- that-matters attitude he has had plenty of jams. The business of newspapermen, for example. Hartack has one of the worst relationships any athlete ever has had with newspapers and he is not about to improve it. Racing's Angriest Young Man 37 Now many people do not like sportswriters, particularly the wives of sportswriters, and in many athletic circles it is considered a com- mon, decent hatred for a person to have. But most sportswriters whom Hartack dislikes couldn't care less.
And, the notion is, neither does the reading public. Ofttimes, the public is having enough trouble deciphering what sportswriters write without having to take on the additional burden of remembering that there is a feud be- tween Hartack and the press box. But it is important to Hartack that he does not like the writers.
And they put in the papers that his name is "Willie" and he blows up at them. Hartack has troubles with officials, too, and these cost him. Sus- pensions dot his career. Last year, for example, he snarled at Garden State stewards they insisted he cursed and was set down for the remainder of the meeting. In he was set down for 15 days by Atlantic City stewards when he was first under the wire on a horse called Nitrophy. But Jimmy Johnson, who finished second on Tote All, lodged a foul claim against Hartack, saying his horse had been interfered with.
The stewards allowed the claim and took down Hartack's horse. Hartack tried to take down Johnson with a left hand in the jocks' room. For his troubles both on the track and off it, Bill was given 15 days. In the last two years, Bill has been set down a total of 61 days. And he has been fined and reprimanded several times. At Hialeah in February he lost a photo with a horse called Cozy Ada and after it he was in a rage.
This is a kid who simply cannot stand losing, even to a camera. His temperament does not make him a hero with other jockeys. There was a night last summer in the bar of the International Hotel, which is at New York's Idlewild Airport, and Willie Shoemaker and Sammy Boulmetis and some other horse guys were sitting around over a drink and Hartack's name was mentioned. Next day he won't even talk to you. He just wants to make you hate him.
I mean, he really works at it. If I make a mistake, that's that. But the only place a mistake shows is the official chart of a 38 Jimmy Breslin race. If I don't win, that's a mistake. Nothing else counts. Not you or anybody else. Only that result. Take, for example, the warm afternoon in February of at Hialeah when Hartack started jogging a horse called Greek Circle to the starting gate. To Hartack, the parade to the post is all im- portant. He gets the feel of his mount by tugging on one rein, then the other and watching the horse's reaction.
He tries to find out if the horse is favoring one foot or another or likes to be held tightly or with a normal pressure on the bit. Greek Circle responded to nothing. The horse seemed to have no coordination at all and that was enough for Hartack. He's almost falling down right now. George Barksdale. Barksdale said. He stopped the horse and swung his fanny off him and dropped to the ground.
The veterinarian shrugged. Across the way, in the stands, they were adding up figures and a neat little sum of 15, Because the next race, the Widener, was on television and time was a problem now, the track stewards had to order the horse scratched and the money bet on him returned. They knocked Hartack's brains out on this one. He was in head- lines across the nation the next day as a little grandstander who should have been suspended for his actions. But when the smoke cleared and you could think about it objec- tively, you could see who was wrong. Eddie Arcaro, over many glasses of a thing called Blue Sunoco in the Miami Airport bar a week later, talked about it.
Do you know how many jocks have been killed because they were on broken down horses? And they tell me this horse has been sore all year. Bad sore, too. Hartack was right. It took a little guts, too. Phillips' answer was to press the sticks of wood in his hand together and they completed the electric circuit which made the gate open and the race start.
Hartack's horse was rearing in the air and by the time he got him straightened out the field was up the track and the race was lost. Hartack went to the track stewards with this complaint. Now Hartack coming off a loser is bad enough. But a Hartack coming off a loser that he felt is somebody else's fault is really something. This is a Khrushchev who rides horses. He called the stewards and snapped at them. Their version was that he cursed.
They set him down for the remainder of the meeting. I'm doing it honestly. The only reason I get my name around is that I'm the only one who does it. When I have a horse under me that's broken down, I won't ride him. And if the starter blows my chances in a race, I yell about it.
It doesn't just happen to me. It happens to everybody else. But the rest of these riders are afraid to say anything about it. They get on a horse that's broken down and they keep quiet. Then they give him an easy ride, so they won't take any chances of getting hurt, and when they come back they give some ridiculous excuse to satisfy the trainer.
But the jocks feel you don't have to make an excuse to them. They don't count. Well, I look on it differently. I owe loyalty to anybody who bets on my horse. The person who does that is going to get the best I can give him. Nothing is going to stop me from doing that. Like the dark, rain-flecked Saturday in Louisville in The driver moved his ambulance slowly through the filth of Churchill Downs' grandstand betting area and he had his hand on the horn to make people get out of the way as he headed for the gate. Hartack was on a stretcher in the back of the ambulance. He had a wooden ice cream spoon stuck between his teeth so when the pain hit him he could bite into it.
The stick doesn't help take pain away, but you do not bite your lip when pain comes if you have a stick 40 Jimmy Breslin between your teeth, so Hartack could grimace and tighten his teeth on the wood each time the ambulance hit a bump. His body was covered with mud and his left leg was propped on a pillow. He looked tiny and helpless, the way jockeys always do when they are hurt. A few minutes before, a s-year-old filly named Quail Egg had become frightened in the starting gate and she flipped Har- tack. As he rolled around in the mud under the horse, Quail Egg started to thrash at the ground with her hooves.
Then the horse fell heavily on Hartack and a bone in his leg snapped. As the ambulance moved into a main street, where it was smoother riding, Hartack put the stick to the side of his mouth and muttered some words to Chick Lang. We got to ride that horse next week. Now he was flattened out on a stretcher in an ambulance and his leg was broken, but he still was talking about riding the horse.
Then he called a company in Chicago which makes special braces. Aluminum," he told them. It has to go inside a riding boot. I need it by Wednesday. That leg will need a long time. Hartack was out for six weeks. But if you had seen him with a stick in his mouth and pain waving through his body and heard him talking about trying to ride a horse, then you had to say that he is a kid with something to him.
Every time Hartack has been hurt he has been like this. The one in front, Spy Boss, had been running steadily, but he became tired and started to fall apart all at once and Smoke-Me-Now ran up his heels. With a thoroughbred horse in full motion, it only takes the slightest flick against his ankles to cause a spill. This time Smoke-Me-Now caught it good and he went down in a crash.
Hartack was tossed into the air. His little body flipped in a somersault and he landed on his back. Nobody would pick him up until an ambulance came. They took him to a hospital in Elgin, Illinois, and the doctors said Hartack had a badly sprained back and muscles were torn and Racings Angriest Young Man 41 he'd be out for a couple of weeks at a minimum. This was on a Thursday. At 8 o'clock on Friday night, Dogwagon, who is an exercise boy for Calumet, was sitting in a camp chair in front of the barn at Arlington Park and a guy came over and asked who was riding a stable pony around the area at this time of night.
Bill Hartack has a fine feeling for money and right now he is teaching his back to feel the same ways. He strapped up like he was a fat ole woman try- ing to keep the rolls in. But he goin' be ridin' Iron Liege tomorrow and he'll be therebouts when they pass out the money, too. He came back to the barn, after 45 minutes of this. He hopped oil and went to a phone to tell Calumet's Jimmy Jones that he could ride the next day. He was beat a nose on Iron Liege and he went into a rage because he lost the race. In the tack room, somebody passed by and said, "You did a won- derful job getting second.
I mean, you're lucky you can walk, much less ride. I wanted to win the race. There isn't a thing in the world you can say is wrong with him except he cannot stand to lose. And he does not think anything else in the world matters except not losing. He went into a phone booth and called a newspaper office for the day's results at Monmouth.
Hartack was on seven horses. As Pestano listened to the guy on the other end, his face became longer. He came out of the phone booth with, the tickets in his hand. Every one of them should have been up there. He won't be fit to live with tonight. I'm going home. He just can't stand losing," Mr. Harry Champ Segal, dean of Broadway horse players, was listening to the conversation.
Which is what everybody has to say about Hartack, whether they care for him or not. Vesuvius, here on Black Thursday matched the giant first-game stride of the Pirates to send the 57th classic to New York as a brand new World Series. The heavy armored Yankees, in squaring the big money playoffs before 37, stunned and silent fans, scattered destruction and records all over Forbes Field as they squelched the National League entry in its own back yard, 16 to 3.
While Bullet Bob Turley subdued the eager, confident Pirates, Mickey Mantle hit two powerhouse homers and batted in five runs. And once again the proud wrecking crew from the Bronx became favorites to take it all when the second phase of activity resumes Saturday in New York. Stengel will have Whitey Ford, his best blue ribbon pitcher, for this immediate task, working the pivotal game as the combatants take up the battle after a one day travel break. It will be all left handed in the third game, with Wilmer Vine- gar Bend Mizell, a mid-season steal from the Cardinals, trying to recapture the tournament lead for Pittsburgh.
Because of Ford, Yankee Stadium and a flurry of minor injuries, the Bronx Bombers will be substantially favored over the bedeviled Pirates, not only in contest No. Just to keep in the groove of their 19 hit picnic Thursday, Stengel will work his American League champions this morning in New York. And the Pirates, who can sorely use the day to reassemble their 44 Bob Hunter poise and health, regroup at the stadium in the afternoon for their therapeutics.
Bob Skinner, who missed this slaughterhouse second game with a jammed thumb suffered on an opening day slide, went to Presby- terian Hospital, then accompanied the National Leaguers big town. He wouldn't play against the left handed Ford, anyway, and this will give him two days to recover. Manager Danny Murtaugh announced an all right-handed order, with the exception of Billy Virdon, against Ford, who has been pitching and winning the big ones for more than a decade.
Stengel Thursday had Yogi Berra, who hadn't been in the outfield in a World Series since , in left. He had Elston Howard, who never before had caught in a Series, behind the plate, even though in Berra he owned the No. But it all worked to Yankee perfection after their muddled and messy beginning Wednesday. They did it with their copyright power, too, as they boosted their home run output for the first phase of this series to four. Both of Mantle's shots were hit right handed and were so remote that I'll bet even the space-probing snout of the television cameras lost them for you.
He hit his first one feet off southpaw Fred Green, and his second feet off another lefthander, Joe Gibbon. Both went to opposite fields, the one in the fifth scoring Roger Maris, and the bazooka shot in the seventh driving in Tony Kubek and Joe DeMaestri. They were his isth and igth in World Series play, putting him ahead of Duke Snider's mark, just back of the fabled Babe Ruth. His last shot, perhaps you noted, screamed over the right center- field ivy-cloaked barrier squarely at the 4g6-foot marker, and still was going. It was the first time any right handed batter had been able to do it.
Dale Long, Stan Musial and Snider, all southpaw swingers, have managed this satellite shot, but never any man from the other side of the plate. Mantle's five runs-batted-in on these two county-to-county blows brought on another re-editing of the record sheets. A dozen Yankees batted, and seven of them scored in the robust sixth inning, which was the back breaker for the Pirates, who had intended fully to make it two straight here and go into cavernous Yankee Stadium in commanding position. These seven scores tied a World Series single inning scoring record, already held by the Bombers, and the i6-run total was within two of yet another mark.
The 32 base knocks topped the old two team aggregate of 29 that the Cards and Red Sox piled up in In smashing the Pirates like few teams have been smashed, the Yankees went to bat against six pitchers, starting with Bob Friend. Not one escaped the vicious-erupting Bronx bats, with every Yankee starter getting at least one hit in the carnage that turned this into the most muted series game within recall.
It's quite likely you walked up and slapped your television set, figuring the danged sound had gone off. Rain was the only thing that could have stopped the Yankees, and it almost did, coming down in gentle coverlets until almost butchering time. Friend, the No. Even though you won't believe it, unless you were watching care- fully, the losers could have been winners in this fourth round. It was the turning point, the big switch in this subsequently one- sided struggle. Turley was almost out of there, and Friend well could have come on to make it two in a row for the Pirates.
Trailing on a double down the third base line by Gil Mc- Dougald that the losers claimed was foul, the home team came up for its fourth at bat. Three straight hits by Gino Cimoli, Smokey Burgess and Don Hoak put one run across and the tieing markers at second and third, all with none out. There was a beehive of activity in the bullpen, and Stengel said later he almost went out and got Turley right there.
Mazeroski almost became a game wrecker Thursday. After a couple of fast balls, you saw, if you were studying the strategy intently, Turley served up a change of pace. You saw him serve it badly, getting it right over the plate where Maz drew a bead and hit a rifle shot chest high, but right at Mc- Dougald, who was staggered by the impact in his glove.
Mazeroski flung down his bat in disgust as he went to the dugout. Instead of the tying runs coming home, there was one out and Murtaugh answered the situation by calling Gene Baker to bat for Friend. Had Mazeroskf s ball gone through, instead of Turley escaping with his life on a poor pitch, Friend would have had whatever relief pitcher Stengel summoned. But Turley got Baker on an infield pop and Billy Virdon on a ground out, and went from there to victory.
Finally, in the ninth inning, with one out and the Yankees grip- ping a i3-run bulge, the ever-cautious Casey brought in Bobby Shantz, who made Don Hoak ground into a game-ending double play. Green gave four runs as the proud and destructive Yankees con- tinued to blast away in the fifth. Then Green, along with Clem Labine and George Witt, were pummeled and mauled for seven more in the record-equaling sixth inning.
Gibbon allowed three in the seventh on Mantle's homer that must have sent you Yankee fans to the ice box for a foamy one, even that early in the day. Tom Cheney wild pitched the i6th run across in the ninth, which I am reporting only because I doubt you still were watching.
For the people here, the game ended midway in that long and tedious sixth session, and most of them left without knowing Turley and Shantz struck out not one Pirate. On the other hand the Pittsburgh Pirates, hit, harassed and hurt all day, struck out 11 Yankees.
And the losers had 13 runners stranded, too. You figure it. It was a weird day and a weird game, and even though your television showed only black and white, it was a technicolor game. With great clutch plays by Bill Virdon and Don Hoak, the almost extinguished Bucs fought back from the other side of nowhere to square the World Series at two games each and assure its return to Pittsburgh and Forbes Field. If the National League champions can erase from their memory the brutal hazing they got from the Bronx Bombers in the second and third games, they will be starting all even with the chance to win it as sound as ever.
Harvey Haddix, the little left-hander, will try to raise the skull and crossbone insignia of the Buccaneers, here tomorrow. He will oppose either Bill Stafford, who joined the Yanks in mid- season and still is unseasoned, or the veteran Art Ditmar, who will be coming back after a shellacking in the first game. This was a real lulu of a game today as tight as the skin on the baseball that took a different jump shortly after the start of the skirmishing. Instead of the Yanks and pitcher Ralph Terry getting all the breaks, they didn't.
And, if the truth must be told, manager Danny Murtaugh might have "outthunk" Casey Stengel, the ol' perfessor, in a couple of spots. But when the game is cut and dried, and hung up for closer scrutiny, it will be found that Virdon's incredible wall-bouncing catch with two on in the seventh was the difference. Sure, if you want more heroes, you can have them in Law and Face, and Hoak for his rally-discouraging defensive maneuver in the ninth. The refusal of the Pirates to buckle, the long bounce back from two days of horror, the way Law and then Face plugged relentlessly from the mound won the heart of the huge gallery.
The Pittsburghers were given an ovation as they trotted from the field after the syth out. The Bucs will tell you that they showed today why they won the pennant. They will claim that this is their "typical" game low in runs but fine in quality. And if Manager Murtaugh wants to call it a delayed birthday present he's entitled to do so.
But Danny, like everyone else, must have sat on pins and needles throughout most of the action and especially the first frame. But the bounce that didn't come yesterday did today. After Roger Maris flied out to right field and Mickey Mantle was pur- posely walked to fill the bases, Yogi Berra sliced a dribbler down third. It rolled right into Hoak's mitt and all he had to do was touch third and throw to first and the Pirates were off the hook on which they were hanged yesterday when almost the same kind of dribbler set the stage for Bobby Richardson's grand slam.
From that point on the Buc cause took on a warm glow. Law mowed down the big Yankee guns except for Moose Skow- ron's homer in the fourth, which went to the off right field be- cause it was outside, only not far enough. The tipoff on what might happen occurred earlier in this same frame.
Mickey Mantle, with three home runs so far in the series, tried to bunt and missed on a third strike which is some sort of confession for the league's power champion. The Pirates, held hitless for four innings, broke the barrier in the fifth and got all the runs they needed. Terry, and pounds, had right-armed his way through 12 straight opponents until San Francisco's Gino Cimoli singled to open the fifth.
It's All Square Again 49 Then came one of the key plays of the game. Smokey Burgess grounded to first and Skowron was victimized by his own judg- ment. He tried for the head man. He went to second for a force-out on Cimoli. But Gino not only beat the throw, he tore into Kubek so he had to eat the ball. Thus both hands were safe. Hoak's job was to bunt. But, a free-thinker like all the Pirates, he also wanted to get on base.
So his bunt was a hard one, aimed to clear the head of Skowron or Richardson. The ball settled in Richardson's glove and, because it was distant relative to an attempted sacrifice, the umpires didn't call the infield fly rule. Bill Mazeroski flied up to first for the second out and that left manager Murtaugh with an important decision which he had muffed previously. Should he pull Law for a pinch-hitter and turn over the game to warmed-up Bob Friend? He had yanked Friend for a pinch- hitter early in the second game.
Maybe he was haunted by the debacle it had wrought. In any event Law, a powerfully built specimen at and pounds, got a chance to bat for himself. He responded on the first Terry pitch. He sent a screaming double to the left that scored Cimoli and put two men in position for Virdon. The lefthander with the specs dropped a hit in front of Mantle and the Bucs had two more across. Law and Face made the three stand up. But the Yankee seventh was frightening.
Law probably tired after a great stretch of pitching extending from Skowron's homer until Bill came up to bat again. The 20 game winner fanned the side in the fifth and erased it in order in the sixth. Then the aptly named Moose drove the opening wedge of a last bid with a double to open the seventh. Gil McDougald singled to the same corner but Skowron respected Roberto Clemente's arm, and it was a good thing he did. Clemente was right on the target at home with a powerful throw. Law still might have got out of trouble except for another mis- calculation on a double play ball.
Richardson hit the hopper close to second. Mazeroski scooped it up but, instead of tossing to Dick Groat, he tried to make the touch at second himself. He 'couldn't do it fast enough, so one run was over to make the score One runner was left at first to pester the Bucs. Pinch- hitter John Blanchard followed with a single to right and Richard- 50 Curley Grieve son, too, respected Clemente's arm and remained at second.
This again was a key play and in view of developments saved a run. It was obvious that Murtaugh had to make a switch now and he called for Face, just as he had done in the first game. With the count , Bob Cerv sent the ball zinging toward the bleacher seats in left center. Virdon tore after it. Few thought he would ever reach it. But the chunky Billy, considered by his manager as fine a fielder as Willie Mays, leaped high by the foot mark, caught the ball and fell to the runway but regained his feet quickly and then cut loose with a throw to the infield.
Richardson had tagged up and gone to third. But there he succumbed as Kubek rolled to second for the final out. Virdon's catch was one of the great feats of series history and it saved two runs. If the Bucs do fight back and win the blue ribbon, it will be remembered as the tide-turning and golden payoff. Mantle made a great catch to rob Hoak of a triple in the top of the ninth and then Hoak added the sparkler in the bottom half of the same frame. Skowron was leading off and, with one homer and a double, it looked as if he had the hot bat. His first thrust on the second pitch had the stamp of another rightfielder homer as it left the bat.
But it started to curve and shot just outside the boundary marker as it rammed against the seats. Then he smashed the ball down third and it traveled like a cannonball. But Hoak, with a lightning backhand movement, made the one-handed stop and got Moose at first. McDougald flied out to third then Stengel gave Dale Long, who had been released by the Giants, a chance to save the day. Dale worked the count to 3 and 2, and then uppercut a pitch to right that Clemente raced in to catch and end the game. Some may say that Casey made the wrong moves today. Did he leave Terry out there too long in the fifth when he had a batch of pitchers who haven't even shown?
And in the last of the fifth, after Richardson had singled, he permitted Terry to bat. The pitcher fouled himself out trying to bunt on the third strike.
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In the seventh, with runners on first and second and Virdon up again, Stengel made the right move bringing in Bobby Shantz, a lefty, to pitch to a lefty. Virdon missed a third strike by a foot. But it was too late then to make amends. That, of course, was home plate, where Bill Mazeroski completed his electrifying home run while Umpire Bill Jackowski, broad back braced and arms spread, held off the mob long enough for Bill to make it legal.
One of 36, maniacs stole the plate and a cop hauled him off. Pittsburgh's steel mills couldn't have made more noise than the crowd in this ancient park did when Mazeroski smashed Yankee Ralph Terry's second pitch of the ninth inning. Hysterical patriots were leaping out of the box seats and onto the field even before Bill's drive rocketed over the head of left fielder Yogi Berra. By the time it sailed over the ivy-covered brick wall, the rush from the stands had begun and these sudden madmen threatened to keep Maz from touching the plate with the run that beat the lordly Yankees, , for the title.
Two hours after this seventh World Series game, dozens of fans were walking in a happy daze around the scene of Pittsburgh's first world title victory since This was the arena where, through a sunny afternoon, joy and despair alternated at tearing the emotions of the witnesses. Joy came early with a lead against the tyrants who had so long dominated baseball's autumn classic.
Rocky Nelson's two-run homer set the foundation in the first inning. The first sinister touch was Bill Skowron's lonely homer for the Yankees in the fifth. But there was no real despair yet. After all, it was only the third New York hit off precision-throwing Vern Law, and the Mormon preacher promptly disposed of the next three Yanks. The Yankees, so accustomed to winning under pressure, not only chased the tiring Law, but fell upon Roy Face, the emergency expert.
Face had saved all three previous Pirate victories with his fork- ball. Mickey Mantle smacked Face for a run-scoring single. Yogi Berra crashed a three-run homer, jumping up and down on the first-base line as he watched his towering fly soar just inside the foul pole and into the stands. Now, the Yankees, i8-time world champions, were in front, , and Pirate fans shuddered at the thought that this might turn into another rout.
They had sat through two fearful drubbings in Forbes Field, and The other Yankee victory, in New York, was almost as humiliating It was no rout, but it looked like security for the Yanks when a walk, two singles and Clete Boyer's double boosted the Yankee margin to in the eighth. By this time, stubborn little Bobby Shantz had kept the Pirates helpless for five innings. Despair was almost as apparent as the haze that hung over the nearby hills.
Pirate fans must have wished for the type of Yankee power that had blasted 10 homers in this Series. The Bucs had just two. The Pirates had got rid of the gutty Shantz when pinch-hitter Gino Ciinoli, Bill Virdon and Dick Groat clipped him for singles and a run with nobody out. Virdon's smash, which might have been turned into a double play, hit shortstop Tony Kubek in the throat. Kubek had to leave the game and was taken to a hospital. In came lanky Jim Coates. There were mutterings when Manager Danny Murtaugh wasted Bob Skinner's power potential by having him bunt the runners along, Luck joined the Pirates after Rocky Nelson's fly.
Roberto Cle- mente topped a roller to the right of Coates. First baseman Bill Skowron had to field the maddening trickier. By the time he scooped it up, there was no chance for a play. A run scored. Once again, though, Murtaugh was open to criticism. When the Bucs were behind by only , Danny had substituted skillful Hal Mazeroski Finishes It 53 Smith as his catcher in place of Smokey Burgess, a left-handed power hitter just the man for this vital spot against the right-handed Coates. Smith swings right. And Smith, the ex-Yankee, swung right, indeed but only after looking about as bad as possible on his second strike, Hal missed a high fast ball by almost a foot.
The count was two balls, two strikes when the drive sailed over the wall. Bedlam broke loose and the Pirates led, The fans who had come to bury the Yankees stayed to praise them grudgingly, despairingly for a comeback of their own. Bob Friend was entrusted with the fresh lead, but was no more reliable than he had been in two losing starts. Little Bobby Richardson and pinch-hitter Dale Long each singled. Harvey got past Maris, who popped an easy foul to Smith, but Mantle singled for another run.
Then it was Mickey's artful dodging that let the tying run score. Nelson was playing tight to the line to keep Mantle close to first base. His position was ideal for Berra's bouncer. If he had tagged Mickey, it would have been a game-ending double play, completed before pinch-runner Gil McDougald could cross the plate. But Mickey slid under the tag and the Yankees had a new op- portunity. Skowron was a dangerous threat to bring Mantle around.
Haddix was his master, though. Bill bounced to Groat at short and there was an easy force on Mantle. So Ralph Terry, who had retired Don Hoak to end the eighth, went out to defend the tie. Instead, he became the twenty-sixth victim of a late-inning Pirate rally in Pittsburgh's most glorious baseball year since the Pirates won the world championship in When Hal Smith hit the ball Jim Coates turned to watch its flight over leftfield, and as it vanished beyond the ivied wall of brick the pitcher flung his glove high, as though renouncing for- ever the loathesome tools of his trade.
Before the runners had circled the bases, G. Stengel was out of the dugout, his knee-spring gait taking him rapidly toward the forlorn young man on the mound. Five times earlier this sultry, sunny, hazy, implausible day, the greatest man in baseball had shaped up front and center, asking questions, making decisions, issuing orders, while the Yankees and Pirates threshed and clawed through the sudden-death seventh struggle for the championship of their species.
Now Casey spoke briefly to Coates, who turned and shuffled to the dugout on dragging feet, his head low. The manager waited until Ralph Terry arrived from the bull pen, then walked warily back to his seat. It may have been his last exit from the stage he has occupied through most of his 70 years. Maybe it wasn't, and next year they may have to write pieces captioned, "the return of Casey Stengel.
Perhaps there have been other World Series games as extrava- gantly melodramatic as this, which the Yankees seemed to have won with a come-from-behind rush in the middle innings; which flipped over to dizzy abruptness when Smith's home run with two on base topped off a five-run burst for Pittsburgh in the eighth; which slipped out of Pirate paws when the Yankees tied the score with two runs in the ninth, then blew up with the shattering crash of Bill Mazeroski's bat against Terry's last pitch. The home run went where Smith's had gone, giving Pittsburgh the game, 10 to 9, and the set, 4 to 3.
Terry watched the ball dis- 54 His Last Bow? As this is written, the pitching mound heaves and squirms with kids whose parents may not have been bora when the Pirates last won a pennant. From somewhere under the stands comes burst after burst of cheering for every blessed little Buccaneer down to Joe Christopher, a pinch- runner from the Virgin Islands. His Yankee teams won seven world championships, and it was obvious from the out- set that he wanted this eighth title so much he could taste it.
He sent his non-alcoholic, denicotinized, clean-living, right-think- ing, brave, pure and reverent right-hander, Bob Turley, out to pitch against the equally unblemished Latter Day Saint, Vernon Law, but the lofty moral tone of the duel didn't stay his hand. When Rocky Nelson hit a tworun homer in the first inning and Smokey Burgess led off the second with a single, out came Turley like a loose tooth, and when Pittsburgh added a third and fourth run off Bill Stafford, that young man vanished also.
For five innings, Bobby Shantz stopped the Pirates cold with one single while the Yankees got hunk with Law and the accomplice who had helped him win two games, Roy Face. Bill Skowron got a home run against Law and a six-inning rumpus brought in Face, in time for a three-run shot that Yogi Bern smashed high and far to the rightfield gallery. The four runs scored in the sixth put the Yankees ahead 5 to 4, and there was lovely poetic justice in this. If this was Casey's last game, how sweet that it should be a gift from Yogi, the only Yankee who was a Yankee when Casey arrived in New York, the only one who has shared his triumph and disaster since Somebody up there waited while the Yankees padded their lead by two more runs, then slipped 56 Red Smith a pebble in front of a double-play grounder hit by Bill Virdon.
The double play would have averted trouble in the eighth inning, but the ball leaped and struck at Tony Kubek like an angry cobra, sending him to the hospital with a smashed larynx. Moments later, Shantz was out of there and Hal Smith was capping that five-run binge. With the score 9 to 7 against them, fortune turned a false smile on the Yankees.
Berra grounded out to Nelson, who stepped on first base for what he may have believed the final putout, then gazed incuri- ously at Mantle, sprawled face down a few feet from the bag. Mickey wriggled like a snake back to safety as Nelson made a be- lated stab and the tying run scampered home. Casey's old heart sang. A swan song? A brief song, anyhow. Mazer- oski was first up for Pittsburgh. We were talking in the den of Weiss's home in Greenwich, Connecticut.
The room was crowded with souvenirs that emphasized the contrast between and other Yankee seasons. The prize exhibit among the pictures, tro- phies and autographed balls was a collection of eighteen gold watches and signet rings studded with diamonds. Each piece of jewelry represented an American League pennant won by the Yankees since Weiss joined the organization in He super- vised the farm system until the end of the season, then be- came boss of the entire operation as general manager.
Baseball's most successful modern executive had no memento of in the room, nor is it likely that he ever will. After an un- precedented streak of nine pennants in the ten preceding years, the perennial champions skidded to third place, fifteen long games behind the Chicago White Sox. The worst part of taking a bad licking is listening to the same questions and second guesses rehashed incessantly. Cab drivers, elevator operators, even strangers on the street want to know what happened to the Yankees last year. I brought up the persistent rumors of strained relations between the ballplayers and the management.
I suggested that it might have been more than sheer coincidence that every established Yankee except Skowron, Ditmar and Richardson fell below his normal level of performance in Weiss listened impassively to the critical summary. Fox played in every game on the schedule and Aparicio missed only four. If either one of those key men had been out for a month, I doubt that Chicago would have come through. The Yankees then pulled the World Series out of the fire by winning the last three games from the Milwaukee Braves; but the same experts now dis- miss this as a last-gasp effort by a fading ball club.
Did those three Series games give you, perhaps, a false sense of security? The team looked very bad losing three out of the first four to the Braves; but when it bounced back, I felt the players could turn on the heat any time they chose. So did Casey Stengel. I suppose the comeback did make a psychological difference in our evaluation of the team, especially the older men. Late in April there was a stretch when we lost nine out of ten games, all of them by one run or in extra innings.
That's the mark of a bad team. But Mantle was out with a leg injury, and I thought his return would pick up the slack. Although we continued to play awfully sloppy ball, we were only a game and a half out of first Boss of the Yankees 59 place on June twentieth. I was convinced we would take charge of the race with one good spurt.
Was that when Weiss privately conceded that the Yankees were out of it? They came back to the Stadium and won five out of seven from the White Sox and Indians, the clubs they had to beat. They still seemed able to turn on the pressure at will. But then the bubble burst.
They had a terrible Western trip and came back trailing by twelve games, and Skowron, our best hitter, went out for the season with a broken wrist. He hesitated briefly. All the key men are inde- pendently wealthy from the high salaries and the World Series shares they've been getting for a long time. They've invested their money in business propositions.
The attention they gave to personal activities might have detracted from their concentration on baseball. They weren't living and breathing the game twenty-four hours a day as they did when they were rookies. Good salaries and the pension plan are great things for the players, but they do contribute to an attitude of self-satis- faction. I asked Weiss whether there was any similarity between and those two earlier upsets. You hardly can say the Yankees loafed that season.
As for well, I made mistakes last year, but at least I didn't pull the boner of giving away the pennant, which is what I did in 'Forty. It came as a great surprise to learn that the Yankees ever gave away anything except rain checks. The rule was that only one player a year could be drafted from a minor-league team. We had several good young prospects at Kansas City, and Babich didn't fit into our plans. To protect the rookies from the draft, I persuaded Mack to claim Babich for the Phila- delphia Athletics. Babich turned around and beat us five times in Torty, including the game that knocked us out of the race on the next-to-last day.
Nothing like that happened last year.
Things were tough enough without the opposition getting an assist from me. I mean the fans' reaction to the center fielder on each team DiMaggio and Mantle. They almost booed Mantle out of the park last year, just as they gave DiMaggio a rough time in 'Forty. Sooner or later the discussion had to get around to Mickey Mantle, the Yankees' chief threat and disappoint- ment. Mantle seemed to have arrived as a superstar in when, at the age of twenty-four, he led the American League with a. However, he hasn't maintained that pace.
In he fell off to a. During most of his career, though, there was an under- current of hostility toward him. It began in , his third year, when he got mixed up with Joe Gould" a fight manager who later became an Army captain in World War II and went to prison for accepting bribes to influence Government contract awards. That was a lot of money during the de- pression, and many people resented a kid's getting this much for playing a game while men with families were out of work or earn- ing five dollars a day.
DiMaggio got out of a sickbed and helped the team win both games to nose out the Red Sox. What was the origin of the antago- nism toward Mickey? Weiss declared, "It probably was a combination of several fac- tors. I suppose there were some fans who would have been critical of anyone who took DiMaggio's place. Then, about twenty-five per cent of the crowds at the Stadium are out-of-towners. They naturally get on Mantle, the star of the team, even when he's going well.
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The situation is a diffi- cult public-relations problem that he and the team have to live with. At two a. A hassle developed with a group at the next table. One word led to another, and Bauer landed in court, accused of taking a punch at a disputant. He was cleared of the charge. Weiss was less lenient with the six players. A month later Billy Martin, generally regarded as the ringleader of the team's cafe- society set, was traded to Kansas City. You have no idea how damaging the publicity was.
A national TV network was considering the Yankees for the same sort of inspira- tional show that is built around institutions like West Point and Annapolis. This might have steered some good prospects to us, and the players could have made some extra money appearing on the program, but the project was shelved after the Copa affair. All players cultivate a deadpan, a protective shell, toward razzing. A man who is bothered by it won't last a month in the big leagues. Besides, Mantle has a pretty phlegmatic disposition.
The implication was not lost upon Weiss. He leaned forward intently and chose his words carefully. We've never had a player who was the subject of as much discussion and analysis. Our entire organization has tried to discover why Mantle hasn't capitalized on his enormous potential, and we obviously haven't found the answer. He is much faster than DiMaggio was and he has more power, with the added advantage of being a switch-hitter and getting the benefit of the short rightfield fence in the Stadium.
DiMaggio was a better fielder, but Mantle com- pensates for that with a stronger arm than Joe had after he hurt his shoulder. Add up Mantle's assets, and he's superior to DiMaggio but he hasn't come close to proving it yet. Weiss nodded gravely. We eased the pressure on him when he came up as DiMaggio's replacement and we tried to give him guidance when he became a celebrity.
The boy got a bad break when his father died just be- fore he started his first season as a regular. There was a close re- lationship between them, and I think Mantle would have avoided a lot of mistakes if his father had lived. The remark did not amuse Weiss. Since we traded him, Martin has not lasted more than one year wherever he's played Kansas City, Detroit, Cleveland. It's worthy of note, too, that when Cleveland offered Martin to National League clubs last December, John McHale, Milwaukee's general manager who was with Detroit when Martin played there didn't try to make a deal Boss of the Yankees 63 for Martin, even though the Braves were desperate for a second baseman.
People have been looking for incidents since the Copa affair. Certainly last year. The year before there were things I didn't like, but the players were straightened out fast. There have been reports that we hire detectives to check up on the players. We haven't resorted to that to any great extent well, no more than other teams. Do you think he's too indul- gent with his men? I've been told that players who were in the clear resented the blanket indictment. There are people who maintain that the blast cost the Yankees the pennant.
Do you believe a player going up to hit was brooding over Casey's outburst six months earlier? Anyone who said his morale was hurt by it was giving an alibi, pure and simple. Casey says he added 64 Stanley Frank several years to the major-league careers of men such as Bauer, McDougald, Brown and Collins by picking spots for them against certain types of pitching, and I think the players generally agree with him.
I'd like to make one thing clear. The players have tremendous respect for Casey's ability. Don't be fooled by his double talk and his trick of telling four complicated stories at the same time. He does that de- liberately to duck ticklish questions asked by newspapermen. Casey is perfectly capable of giving a straightforward explanation for every move he makes. His attention to details and the depths of his reasoning would amaze you. Newcombe, a right-hander, was pitching for the Dodgers, and I assumed Casey would load the line-up with left-handed hitters.
Our left-handed platoon had such veterans as Collins at first base and Slaughter in left field, but Casey told me he was starting Skowron and Howard, comparatively inexperienced right-handed hitters. Howard knocked out Newcombe with a home run, and Skowron later hit one with the bases full off Craig, another right-hander. Casey doesn't keep statistics or notes. The Yankee farm system has not sent up a first-class rookie in three years. Critics say your department was directly responsible for the team's collapse last season by failing to provide the reinforcements it needed.
I can't deny, though, that there has heen a decline in the caliber of our rookies. The farm system has been hit hard by the cutback in minor leagues all along the line. Between and the Yankees won eight pennants with a steady flow of fresh talent developed on their own farm clubs. In , Weiss's first full year as general manager, the Yankees controlled some players on twenty-three farm teams. Today they have players on nine subsidiaries.
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