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TED WILLIAMS—MY YEAR
John Underwood
January 26, 1970
Outspoken as always, the American League Manager of the Year is extraordinarily candid about the team he rescued from the bone pile and made respectable in his rookie season with the Washington Senators. He will quit, he says while on safari in Africa, if the 'aggravation' gets bad, but even the white hunters do not believe him
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January 26, 1970

Ted Williams—my Year

Outspoken as always, the American League Manager of the Year is extraordinarily candid about the team he rescued from the bone pile and made respectable in his rookie season with the Washington Senators. He will quit, he says while on safari in Africa, if the 'aggravation' gets bad, but even the white hunters do not believe him

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Williams scoured the hills up from the river with Rolf Rohwer, who was a tireless, meticulous hunter. Williams especially liked him, so he thought nothing of engaging him in the merciless kidding that he confers on his friends.

One afternoon Williams was told, "Listen, you've got to start calling people by their right names. You called Terwilliger 'Trahilliger' all season."

"No, I didn't. I called him Twig most of the time."

"And it's not Ralph, it's Rolf."

"What? Well, you can say it the way you want. I believe in pronouncing the a's."

"There ain't no a's in it, it's R-o-l-f," said Rohwer.

Williams looked at him. "German, huh?"

"Now you're getting it."

"Lousy Hun," said Williams.

"How did a nice guy like you ever get along with 25 sensitive ballplayers?" Rolf said.

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