Word: beer
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Bauer's mashed-potato face flushed crimson. Muscles rippled malevolently in his chest. Beer from a fresh, full can splattered on the desk. "What the hell kind of question is that?" he rasped. A longer silence. Finally, Bauer smiled and hoisted the dewy can. "Naaaah," he said. "The heat don't bother them, 'cause they drink this here good beer." And with that, the manager of the Baltimore Orioles marched off, stark naked, to the shower...
...another 16,000 last year. Hitchcock quarreled bitterly with sports writers, insisting: "They're trying to get me fired." Oriole players were openly contemptuous of Hitchcock. "What kind of manager does that?" snorted one player, after the Orioles dropped five straight, and Hitchcock cheerfully announced: "Boys, the beer's on me." Says General Manager Lee MacPhail: "I don't think everything that happened was Billy's fault. But a change had to be made...
...Central Catholic High School, Bauer won his Cs in baseball and basketball-plus a permanently misshapen nose (the result of a collision with an opponent's elbow under the basket). After graduation, Hank worked for a while repairing furnaces in a beer-bottling plant. In 1941 his older brother Herman, a White Sox farm hand, wangled him a pro tryout. Hank landed with Oshkosh in the Class D Wisconsin State League. But he hardly burned up the bushes. Alternating between infield and outfield, he batted a measly .262. The manager thought he might be a pitcher. Earned-run average...
...best forgotten. Who wanted a shrapnel-pocked outfielder with malaria? He joined the pipe fitters' union in East St. Louis, got a job as a wrecker, dismantling an old factory. His Brother Joe Bauer was tending bar at a neighborhood pub, and Hank started dropping by for a beer after work. That was where a roving baseball scout named Danny Menendez found him. "Menendez was asking Joe whatever happened to his 'little brother, Hank,' " laughs Bauer, by then a strapping 190-lb. six-footer. "I tapped him on the shoulder. 'That...
...musicmaking of Richard Strauss, Lotte Lehman and Bruno Walter; they entrusted their psyches to Sigmund Freud and his rivals, and indefatigably dissected Stefan Zweig's novels or Joseph Schumpeter's economics in the city's celebrated cafés, fueling the endless talkfest with the best beer and coffee in the world...