Word: dodgerism
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There was also the Dodger Rebellion, when the team refused to take the field one day until Durocher explained away a crack about Pitcher Bobo Newsom. And the time Leo was charged with bashing a Brooklyn heckler (who was later paid $6,750). Leo was acquitted of criminal charges after testifying meekly that the heckler had "a tremendously loud voice...
With Leo dashing on & off the field, it usually takes the Dodgers longer than any other club to play a nine-inning game. The Dodgers seem to thrive on continuous hubbub; their rivals don't. Explains Leo: "When I'm out on that field I like nobody but the guy who's got Dodger written on his chest. Now afterwards, sure, I'll take one of the other team out and buy them dinner, but during the game I hate them...
Sometimes, he does not even seem to like the Dodgers; he hurt rather than helped three promising players by tongue-lashings that shook their confidence; last season, Little Vic Lombardi hardly dared pitch a ball without looking to the dugout for Leo's nod. Leo's smart assistant, Coach Chuck Dressen, now with the Yankees, spent much of his time reinflating egos. (Some belittlers, exaggerating Dressen's importance, think the Dodgers won't be the same without him.) But Leo's lip also pays off. Against the Chicago Cubs last season, the day was getting...
...Dodger fans understood that Leo had been frustrated almost to distraction in his attempts to marry Movie Star Laraine Day. First, he had to wait for the California courts to grant her a divorce from her first husband (who had as good as called Leo a snake in the grass). When Miss Day's interlocutory decree came through last week, it was with the usual California stipulation that she would have to wait a year before remarrying...
...Artful Dodger When White House jester George Allen saw an Eisenhower-for-President story in the papers, he lost no time writing his good friend Ike a little note: "How does it feel to be a presidential candidate?" Ike merely scrawled across the bottom of Allen's note: "Baloney! . . . . I furiously object to the word 'candidate.' I ain't and won't be." That was in 1943, Ike was in England, and D-day was still eight months away...