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A cool cat named McCovey
Robert Boyle
August 17, 1959
The Giants' newest Willie is more than just a thunderous hitter. He's cool, man. If the fried chicken and shoot-'em-ups hold out, big league pitching doesn't figure to bother him a bit
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August 17, 1959

A Cool Cat Named Mccovey

The Giants' newest Willie is more than just a thunderous hitter. He's cool, man. If the fried chicken and shoot-'em-ups hold out, big league pitching doesn't figure to bother him a bit

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"He eats a lot, man. He got a heck of an appetite. He likes that southern cookin'. Every year he gets a lady like a mother in each town who cooks special for him. A lady about 50 or 60. They adopt him like a son, he's so quiet. He eats that good southern cookin', not restaurant food. He likes that fried chicken, spinach, corn, turnip greens, candied yams.

"Stretch eats everything. Every-time we go to freeload he wounds the people. He wounds them, man."

"We all does," says Kirkland.

"I don't know where the food goes," says Wagner. "Must go to his feet. He's been eating the same pace for years and he don't have no fat on him."

But if McCovey isn't fat, the Giants are, or at any rate they are getting fat on his bat. "He's been the difference," says Parker. "Whenever he hits, we've been in."

Jeff Chandler, the Hollywood actor who is so far gone on the Giants that he works out with them in practice, adds, shrewdly, "If he just hits like this the first time around the league, that could mean the pennant for the team. By the time the league gets a second look at this guy, the season's going to be over."

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