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...manager Alvin Dark shuffled his line-up after Saturday's loss to Baltimore, moving slugger Reggie Jackson from right field to the designated-hitter position...
...summer waned, though, Pittsburgh Pirate Slugger Willie Stargell announced that "the race doesn't start until September 1." A week before Stargell's target date, the rapidly improving Pirates took over first place. Leading the charge has been Richie Zisk, not exactly a household name among ball fans. Until this year the Brooklyn-born rightfielder was best known as a dreamer. "He'd stand out in the field and think about a movie he'd seen," recalls Pirate Manager Danny Murtaugh. Going into last weekend, the former woolgathering champ was hitting .325, second best...
...that way. But, as Robert Creamer demonstrates again and again in this book, what really did happen, though different, is in some ways better. Ruth did take two strikes. Then as the Cubs, who thought he had struck out, began surging onto the field, the great New York Yankee slugger waved them back with a gesture that would have done credit to the mythical Casey. Holding up two fingers, he shouted, "It takes only one to hit it." Then he slammed his historic homer...
...started his career as a pitcher and was good enough to win three games for Boston in the 1916 World Series. When he switched to the outfield in 1918, he almost singlehanded made baseball into a slugger's game. His home-run record has been eclipsed, of course, and also the Ruth lifetime batting record of .342.* But the Babe's 1920 season for the Yankees, during which he batted .376, hit 54 home runs, 9 triples, 36 doubles, scored 158 times, batted in 137 runs and stole 14 bases, is still the best year any major leaguer...
...teammates on the Oakland Athletics, who are depending on his play this year for a shot at their third consecutive World Championship. But practical concerns were the last thing on Reggie Jackson's mind. Wearing a cotton tennis hat instead of a crash helmet, the A's slugger tore round the Oakland suburb of San Leandro on a motorcycle. As he bolted past a group of astonished friends, Jackson shouted, "I love it!" Then he disappeared back into the traffic. When he finally skidded to a stop, Jackson affectionately patted the borrowed Harley Davidson Sportster and announced...