Brooklyn Dodger fans are used to great suffering. With particular anguish, they can remember the time Hack Wilson was hit on the head by a fly ball while sassing the bleachers; the time three Dodgers tried to slide into the same base at the same time; the time Babe Herman's pants caught fire because he forgot to douse his cigar before putting it in his pocket.
But such sorrows were-a, pleasure alongside the unnatural disaster which threatened last week. Leo ("The Lip") Durocher, the natty and cultivated friend of the great, the famed...
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