Frankie Frisch, 51, baseball's old "Fordham Flash," is an ingenious man and a highly vocal competitor. Once, while managing Pittsburgh, he tried to get himself thrown out of a hopelessly lost ball game in Brooklyn so that he could hustle up to New Rochelle, N.Y. and tend his flower garden. "No you don't, Frisch," said the umpire he was sassing. "Get back on the bench and go home with the rest of us." When Frisch was running the celebrated Gashouse Gang in St. Louis, Dizzy Dean used to needle him "just to hear that Dutchman roar." Last week, the Dutchman got...
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