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THAT OLD GANG OF MINE
Leo Durocher
April 07, 1975
In 1934 the Gas House Gang came clawing out of St. Louis to seize a pennant and the World Series. Lending a fast glove and faster lip was a cocky shortstop
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April 07, 1975

That Old Gang Of Mine

In 1934 the Gas House Gang came clawing out of St. Louis to seize a pennant and the World Series. Lending a fast glove and faster lip was a cocky shortstop

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A couple of innings later we're leading 11-0. Same thing. DeLancey goes down, runs through Dean's entire repertoire: 1, 2, 3. Dean won't pitch the ball. Frisch and I come trooping in again. All right, Diz, what's the matter now?

"Frank," he says. "Do you think Hubbell is a better pitcher than me?"

No, Diz, Hubbell's no better than you. Nobody's better than you. You're a better pitcher than God. Come on, you're going great. Throw the ball and let's get this game over with.

Diz is satisfied. "If Hubbell's no better than me," he says, "then I ought to be able to throw a screwball."

He never threw a screwball in his life, and he wants to experiment in the seventh game of the World Series.

Something else had happened between those two brainstorms. In the sixth inning we had scored two more runs and the key hit was a triple by Joe Medwick. Medwick had a way of sliding with one leg underneath and the other foot up in the air. He couldn't slide any other way when he was coming in feet first and it's no secret that he had been known to cut a man every now and again. Sometimes by accident.

Medwick came into third base with his shoe pointed at Marv Owen's chest, and Owen, who was about as happy as you would imagine he would be at the way things were going, reached his own foot over and tried to stomp on him. You could have bet me right there that Medwick was going to get up and take a whack at him.

Medwick got up and took a whack at him.

At the end of the inning, when Medwick went out to left field, the Detroit fans, who were no happier about losing the World Series than Owen, threw everything they could get their hands on at him: fruit, vegetables, pop bottles, seat cushions, spare automobile parts. As soon as the ground crew had cleared it all away, the barrage started again.

There was no way we were going to continue the game. Judge Landis, who was seated in the commissioner's box, sent for Medwick, Owen, Cochrane and Frisch. And also Bill Klem, who was working the game. I walked in with Frisch and I'm standing a little behind them, you know, so that I can hear what's going on.

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