Word: zimmerer
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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LOYALTY. It's a fine virtue. But loyalty to an obstinate loser crosses that fine line into stupidity, and there's no bigger loser than Don Zimmer, this gourmand wedging his cetaceous bulk into the helmsman's chair and running the Red Sox aground. Remember Ed Brooke? He endorsed Zimmer...
Mysterious things. Like the late Thurman Munson wishing to be traded from his world-champion ballclub to the Cleveland Indians, where he could live near his family. So terrible and inhumane is Cleveland to anyone but Munson, that Don Zimmer and Haywood Sullivan traded their most hated players--the Buffalo Heads (Rick Wise, Jim Willoughby, Ferguson Jenkins, and Bernie Carbo)--to the Indians, sparking one of the most imaginative and bizarre player protests of recent lore...
Bill Lee--the last hold out of "the heads"--cleaned out his locker amd went home for a few days, leaving nothing but a lit candle on Zimmer's desk in memory of his friend and comrade Carbo...
...appears that Don Zimmer has given up on the hard sell. He's played his talent rather admirably, keeping sore elbows and ankles in check. No pulled groins on this ball club, no pulled ripcords. While Zimmer insists that he is doing nothing differently this year, everyone knows it's just ego. Behind Zimmer's ego is not an ounce of superego, just a whole bunce of id. Id like the Red Sox dugout exploding onto the field after they win the 1979 American League East title; id like the Boston Globe printing a photograph of his dough-and-steel...
Bill Lee--that old gonfalon of Red Sox past--once said that Zimmer had to pass his driver's test before he could manage a professional baseball team. But gerbils just don't drive--they sniff and sneak and scurry their way out of the maze. And if the O's are demolished in a plane crash, (or if Earl Weaver sniff too much glue), then Don Zimmer's beady eyes might finally sit still at the end of the season. Besides, Zimmer is the right man for the job. In the American League East, a rodent's instincts...