Landis looks at
Medwick and says, " Mr. Medwick, did you take a punch at Mr. Owen?"
Joe Medwick and I
were roommates, and I never heard him tell a lie in his life. "Yes,
sir," Joe said.
Landis looked at
Owen. "And did you try to step on Joe Medwick?"
And Marv Owen
said, "No, sir."
Landis just kept
looking at him. After a long silence he turned to Medwick with a look that I
had seen often. A very kind, almost affectionate look. "For your own good,
son," he said, "I think I'll have to remove you from the game. You
might get hurt. And we do have to continue the ball game."
And, do you know,
Frisch raised up about six feet and told the commissioner that he would not
take Medwick out. "I am the manager of the St. Louis baseball team," he
said, "and I say who plays and who doesn't play." If Judge Landis
ordered Klem to throw Medwick out of the game, he said, then there was nothing
he could do about it. "But I will not take him out myself."
In the same quiet,
gentle way, Landis told him, "Now you will take him out. You will take him
out. You will do as I direct you, Mr. Frisch. You will take him out."
Judge Landis was
right. There was nothing else to do. If Medwick had stayed in the game, there
would have been a riot in that park. The only thing Joe was disappointed about
was that he had been having such a great Series that he only needed one more
hit to tie Pepper Martin's 1931 record of 12. Chick Fullis, who went in to
replace him, came up in the eighth inning and got a hit. As it was, Martin, in
my book the man with the greatest World Series record of all time, had 11 hits,
In that final game
I had two hits myself. In addition to the single in the big seven-run inning I
hit the fence in right center for a triple and scored our 10th run.
By that time all
we were really trying to do was preserve Dizzy Dean's shutout. And, do you
know, Diz was still so charged up that he almost blew it himself in the ninth.
With Gehringer on first base, Goose Goslin hit a perfect double-play ball to
Rip Collins at first. Rip speared it moving to his right, threw the ball to me
and raced back to cover first base. I whipped the ball to Rip, but Diz, who had
come charging off the mound as soon as the ball was hit, cut right in front of
him and took it away from him. What a beautiful double play! What a great
fielding pitcher! The only trouble was that the umpire was signaling safe.
Rip's foot had been on the bag and Diz's foot had been on top of Rip's.