Even Ebbets Field, breeding ground of some of the wackiest baseball in the world, had seldom seen such a collection of antique athletes. When the New York Yankees invaded Brooklyn to touch off the World Series last week, the Dodger clubhouse seemed to creak with age. There was portly Catcher Campanella, noticeably slowing down at 34, the bumps and bruises and broken bones of two decades of baseball hurting more than he liked to admit. There was that cantankerous infielder, Jackie Robinson, 37 and thick in the middle, but still a scrapper.
There was Shortstop Pee Wee Reese, a remarkably chipper...
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