Word: earls
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Earl Weaver looked on first in anguish, then in outrage. The relief pitcher he had brought in to protect a two-run lead over the Oakland A's last week hit one batter and sent another sprawling to the ground to avoid a beaning. Bad enough, but then Home Plate Umpire Rich Garcia claimed that the pitcher had nicked the third hitter on the hand. In a flash of anger, the manager of the Baltimore Orioles came bellowing out of the dugout. "I heard wood...
...Earl Weaver, at 5 ft. 8 in. and 165 Ibs., a bundle of energy but not of modesty, admits that no one can evaluate players as well as he. "But I learned to judge a ballplayer's capabilities the hard way by having to recognize my own incapabilities." Weaver, 48, grew up in St Louis in the days of the Cardinals...
...then. His father ran the dry-cleaning establishment that cleaned uniforms for both clubs. At age seven, Earl went into the locker rooms to pick up the laundry. "I used to walk into that clubhouse and carry a big armful of dirty uniforms out to my dad's van. You don't think my eyes were big? Those were the uniforms Leo Durocher, Ducky Medwick, Pepper Martin wore, and I was carrying them in my arms. By the time I was eleven or twelve, I was seeing 100 baseball games a year, sitting in the stands second-guessing...
...Lord, nobody can chew you like Earl can chew you, and it's plenty tough to take. But the instant it's over, it's forgotten. The man never carries a grudge, and that's where trouble can start. He does the best job of any manager I've ever known at keeping 25 ballplayers relatively happy. He doesn't do it by being their friend; he does it by never, but never, taking anything personally and by making damn sure nobody else does either...
With two roommates from Baltimore sending warm greetings via Earl Weaver, and hoards of Bostonians laughing at the slumping Yankees, it seemed all too fitting that my summer ended up being limited to New England weather, jogging along the Charles, and work. But after hours of boredom and months of humiliation. I finally found an activity even more exciting than yelling "LOUU, LOUUU, LOUUU" at Yankee Stadium. Why not become a Fenway junkie and root against...