There in the clubhouse he sat, in his undershirt, a snaggle-toothed grin giving him the look of a Saint Bernard that had broken into its own brandy barrel. "It feels good," murmured Manager Walter ("Smokey") Alston of the Los Angeles Dodgers. "It always feels good to win."
Smokey Alston smiling? The Dodgers winning? It was only yesterday that the collapsible Dodgers blew a four-game lead in the final week and presented the 1962 National League pennant to the San Francisco Giants. And it seemed only the day before that Bobby Thomson of the...
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