"Wayne Terwilliger. You pronounced it wrong in the spring, and you're still pronouncing it wrong. It's a wonder he stuck with you."
"Ter-will-i-ger." He sounded it out. "You're a wise guy, you know that? All right, just keep quiet and listen and maybe you'll learn something.
"Ter-will-i-ger was supposed to be the Buffalo manager. He had played in the other league, so I didn't know much about him. But when I got to know him at Pompano—a real pepper pot, always on top of things, always watching the guys—I said to myself, 'Boy, I want this guy.'
"Trahilliger had managed. And as we went along I said, 'Twig, you just run the game from third base, and if there's anything you want from the bench we'll let you know.' Now let me tell you something. If I'm right, that's the way Hodges does it. I watched him in the Series. He didn't call a play from the bench that I could see. He didn't move. Yost called the game. Except in a real tough situation, where they had to decide on a bunt or let a guy hit, Hodges just sat there.
"So. These things can work out when you've got a guy who can do the job, whether he's coaching first—Foxie could do it—or third base or in the bullpen. When he can do it, boom, let him do it. From a manager's viewpoint, it's the only smart way. A manager's got nine million lousy little things to do, things on his mind, people to see, lists to check, the press to fool with after the game, the press to fool with before the game, a million things."
"Were you worried about handling the press?"
"Hell, no. I couldn't have worried less. The only trouble I had was over the 15-minute rule: nobody allowed in the dressing room for 15 minutes after the game. I wanted to give the players a chance to be alone a little bit, and I got a few yowls over it. After about a month I got a little soft and said, well, I'll make it 10 minutes, trying to cooperate, and one of them kept bitching and bitching, so I said, 'It's going back to 15 minutes,' and the United States Congress ain't going to make me change.
"There are good guys in the Washington press, and we got along all right. I didn't get real chummy with any of them, but it's better not to get too close. They knew they could come to me and get some dope now and then, and when I thought they were off base I told them so.
"The thing that bothered me a little was they were the last to believe in us. After a month and a half they were still writing, 'Gee, when are the Senators going to collapse?' So I had a little session with them one day, and I said, 'Look, everybody in this town thinks we're going to do it except you guys. You are the least impressed of anybody with this club. The least enthusiastic. For God sakes, wake up.' I'd give 'em that treatment whenever I could. Especially when I knew I was right." He laughed and flopped back down on the cot.