Now, it was a cool
day, but when we come in again, Dizzy won't sit down or put on a jacket. He's
having too much fun walking up and down the dugout kidding with everybody. This
is his day and he knows it and he's going to enjoy it. Frank is telling him
that it's only the fourth inning. Sit down. Keep your arm warm. "It's all
over," Diz says. "I told you at the meeting, one was all I needed.
They're not going to get any." And he was right. One was all he needed, and
Diz had scored it himself.
Now comes the
fifth inning and Hank Greenberg is leading off. Our book on Greenberg was that
he could really powder a high outside pitch but that he couldn't handle a good
fastball high and tight. For once, the book had been right. Diz was pitching
him three-quarters side-arm so that his fastball would run in on him, and he
was handling him with such ease that day that he was actually laughing at
DeLancey goes down
and gives the signs, and Dean is shaking everything off. Now, you caught Diz
like a high school catcher: one finger for a fastball, two for a curve, three
for a change-of-pace curve. DeLancey puts down one finger, puts down two
fingers, puts down three fingers, and Dean shakes him off every time.
So DeLancey starts
all over. One, no; two, no; three, no. And I'm thinking, so what are you going
to throw, Diz? That's all you got!
time and walks out to the mound. Frank and I are running in, too. Before we're
halfway there, Dean has turned his back on DeLancey and he's waiting for
Frisch. "Where did you say this fellow's strength was?"
pitching great," Frisch says. "Just don't get the ball out and away
from him. Come on."
"I don't think
he can hit me out there," Diz tells him.
I thought Frisch
was going to explode. "Who's warming up?" he's saying. "Get this
guy out of here." He signals to the bullpen to get to work. If anybody was
ready to pitch, he tells Dean, he'd have him out of there in five seconds.
"Get the ball inside," he screams. "Get it inside."
Diz wound up and
threw a high fastball on the outside of the plate, and Greenberg singled to
Diz turned to
Frisch and nodded his head, "You're right, Frankie. He can hit the hell out
of the ball if you get it out there."