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Oriole's pitcher Jack Fisher remembers, courtesy Elon Green and the New Yorker:
...I think the first pitch was a ball. The next pitch—he swung and missed—was another fastball. The next pitch I just went to another fastball and he hit it out. Made the score four to three.
I mean, all I was trying to do was win the ballgame. The fact that he hit the home run wasn’t that big to me because I’d actually had pretty good success against him.
After he hit the home run, he went in [the dugout] and of course, as you know, he kind of ignored the fans and everything. And they were all standing and waiting and wanting him to come out of the dugout and wave to him or something like that. And finally, he’s sitting on the bench and he waved to me and said, “Go ahead and pitch. I’m not gettin’ up.” I actually stood behind the mound and waited for him to come out, but he didn’t...
Weirdly, I remember Jim Brown being the same when I was a kid.
Every touchdown.
Same thing - no fanfare.
Why?
Well.
I reckon he'd been there before.
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2 comments:
I actually had the privilege of seeing the "Splendid Splinter" hit one out of the park. I didn't treasure the moment then as much as I do now, because the park was Briggs Stadium and I and all my party of safety patrol crossing guards were all Tiger fans. The Tigers then were Harvey Kuenn at short, Al Kaline in right field and some pretty good pitchers.
The Tigers weren't that competitive in those days, but they did somehow manage to beat the hated Yankees often.
koot--
I wish I had seen a game from Briggs/Tiger stadium. That right field overhang sure was something.
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