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...this spring, after a couple of smart trades, the Pirates were no longer a band of courteous sea scouts. Bobby Bragan had been a flamboyant manager-clown back in the Pacific Coast League, once sent out a bat boy to coach third base. But up with the Pirates, Busher Bragan went big league, soon had his kids scrapping like old pros. When Slugger Dale Long hurt his leg trying to take an extra base, Bragan was delighted. "You know how he pulled that muscle?" he demanded happily. "He got it sliding hard into third, that...
...wanted out of life. The small kid who had cried over lost basketball games took naturally to the habits of grown men who sat around and brooded, morose and silent, after a defeat on the diamond. Like all baseballers before and since Ring Lardner's busher, he learned the tired routine for killing time on the road, "the one bad thing about baseball," says he. He went to every movie in town ("I don't care what's playing; I like 'em all"), slept for long hours, read the sports pages, stared blankly...
...busher, he was already a clown...
...mask and pads to help hold off the Sox? Once more, Casey's brain clicked and whirred. He remembered Hank Bauer in Quincy, Ill., in the Three-I League, ten years ago. Hank had handled the tools of ignorance briefly in those days as a busher. Besides, the ex-marine was an old pro, the kind of guy who would stop a hard one with his teeth if he had to. Bauer it was. Joe Collins moved to the outfield; Robinson went to first...
...played for a church team, the St. Andrew's Gaels, and in 1946, after a tour in the Navy, he began kicking around in the minor leagues. He started low-with the Hall Brothers' Dairy team-and moved up slowly. He had a busher's habit of muffing flies and missing curfews. "Dusty," said a careful friend, "was a midnight man in a 9 o'clock town." It took him six years to show signs of settling down. Then he was ready for the Giants, and 1954 was obviously his year...