Gentile has hit 43 home runs, including two grand slams in successive innings. Colavito has put teeth into the Tiger attack with 40 homers, 124 RBIs and a creditable batting average of .292. In almost any other year, these two would be the big slugging heroes of the league. Are they bitter? Says Gentile: "Listen, I don't want to be compared with those guys. I never thought I'd do even this well. I figured maybe 20 or 25 or 30 homers tops. Homers come in bunches; if I get five or six more, I'll be happy."
Colavito, in the same good old baseball tradition, claims to be interested in winning a pennant and bored by personal homer races. "If Maris hits 61, hell hit 'em, that's all," says Rocky. Anyway, there is much doubt that Colavito's fingers could stand the strain of hitting 61 home runs. After each homer he shakes the hand of every man on the Tiger bench. On a recent Sunday he hit four and shook 116 hands, which may be a record in itself in nonpolitical circles.
HOW A SOCIETY CAN FAIL
The vote last week by The Hambletonian Society to continue holding harness racing^ most important event at Du Quoin . through 1963 was an act of weakness. The society had the power to extend the Illinois track's hold on the Hambo for five years—and should have.
When the race was moved in 1957 from Goshen, N.Y. because the society did not agree with the state's racing rules, many felt that the decision was wrong. To the contrary, Du Quoin proved an excellent location, and the race has never enjoyed more prestige.
Don and Gene Hayes have spent many hours and many dollars to make their track the perfect setting for the race. It is more difficult to assess what The Hambletonian Society has done for the Hambletonian. When the boys meet again next year to consider a future site, we suggest that they vote to keep the race at Du Quoin and put an end to this annual vacillation with an event which deserves permanence.
For days before the New York Yankees paid their last visit to Kansas City, autograph collector Connie Boyer of Independence, Mo. badgered her parents to get seats for a game right behind the visitors' dugout. What happened to Connie at the game is chronicled in a letter she sent to The Kansas City Star
: "I handed my autograph book to one of the players who was talking to a 'dyed brunette,' and he ripped a sheet from my book, borrowed my pencil and wrote her telephone number on it, put it in his pocket and handed my book back to me without even making an X. I am 13 years old. I don't like the Yankees any more."