Maybe there never was, and never will be, a perfect ballplayer. But let me ask you this: What was there that Frankie Frisch couldn't do?
Joe McCarthy, New York Yankees manager, 1931-46
In the eternal summer of baseball memories, single images stand out: Babe Ruth, all massive shoulders and spindly legs, crouched somberly at the plate; Mel Ott's right leg flicking out as he stepped into a fastball; Ty Cobb's spikes flashing high as he slid home. In the case of Frank Frisch, the "Fordham Flash," the scenes are multiplethe headlong plunge toward second as...
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