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...season. It's almost too weird for comment. George Steinbrenner obviously doesn't want to play the heavy, and Martin, apparently in somewhat shaky physical and mental health, wants his job back. Bob Lemon must feel great, and the rest of the club (led of late by Thurman Munson, who has been consistently hot through July) must feel as if they are trapped in a moving looney...

Author: By Andrew Multer, | Title: Thoughts On The Slump | 8/1/1978 | See Source »

...Fenway Park incident in which the two went at each other in the dugout after Martin pulled Reggae, admittedly one of the worst gloves in right anyone has ever seen, for dogging it. Reggae certainly upset more than a few Yankees with his proclamations of greatness and heroism; Thurman Munson, the redoubtable catcher-grouch, was not the only one pissed off by Reggae's almost childish need for attention. (After all, there are no Thurman Bars...

Author: By Andrew Multer, | Title: Shame of the Yankees: Martin Pulls the Ripcord | 7/25/1978 | See Source »

...pressure that fed on it and built it up--has made rooting for them an ordeal, even it they did win it all last year and come close the year before. Every triumph over the Steinbrenner-inspired mania was hardearned. No wonder so many of the players, led by Munson, want out. Who would want to play for a man as manipulative and unsavory as Steinbrenner...

Author: By Andrew Multer, | Title: Shame of the Yankees: Martin Pulls the Ripcord | 7/25/1978 | See Source »

...made at the Winterhaven Mall. It was a "request" disco filled with pretty sedate people--slumped and smoking and going to the bathroom--except for a bunch of minor league ball players propped up behind the revolving merry-go-round bar playing "flick the cockroach." A big Thurman Munson clone walked up to me wearing a Harley-Davidson t-shirt and yelled in my ear that I wasn't drinking enough. A "Mother Harley" tattoo embellished his hefty forearm, set flatly in front...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: In Search of Pennant Fever | 4/14/1978 | See Source »

...think it was the second car I saw on the lonely night road that pulled over and offered me door-service. It was Thurman Munson, sipping a Budweiser, scrubbing his day-old whiskers and casually directing his Corvette. After exchanging the usual biographical information, I found out that Thurman was a pitcher from Omaha playing for the Cleveland Indian Double...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: In Search of Pennant Fever | 4/14/1978 | See Source »

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