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We already had gone over the Detroit hitters about three times that week, and Diz is lounging against his locker looking bored and half asleep and saying, "Yeah...yeah...sure...." Frank gets to the No. 3 hitter, Mickey Cochrane, their playing manager. He's telling Diz that you have to get the ball inside to him because Cochrane loves to line the outside pitch to left, but before he can finish Diz stands up and throws his scorecard down on the floor. "What the hell you going over the hitters for? They're not going to get any runs off me."
With that, Diz reaches into the trunk where the Mudcat Band, players who strummed and fiddled when the mood struck them, kept its instruments, and begins to hand them around. In a couple of seconds Pepper is strumming away at his guitar and singing, "She'll be coming 'round the mountain" at the top of his voice. The others are joining in, and I never heard so many four-letter words in my life as came streaming out of Frisch's mouth. Frisch looks at Diz, who is doubled over with laughter, and yells, "Hallahan is the pitcher!"
I don't want Hallahan. I want Dean. I was still $6,000 in debt, which is just about what the winner's share is going to come to. The loser's share I'm not interested in anytime. I follow Frisch back to his locker, but I can't do a thing with him. "Hallahan's the pitcher," he keeps saying.
Hallahan, hell! I go running over to Dean's locker and I say, "Diz, I don't care what you do, but you got to go over and apologize to this man. He is not going to let you pitch."
Diz can't believe it. "He wouldn't dare pitch anybody else."
"Diz, he's already told me he isn't going to let you pitch. You know he wants the Old Master, and I know he wants the Old Master. All you got to do is go over and apologize. Give him a left-handed apology. Anything at all, and I'm sure he'll let you pitch."
Frank was seated on one of those little round stools in front of his locker and he was bent over tying his shoes. He had already developed a bald spot on the back of his head, and Diz walked over and said, "Frankie-boy...."
Frank looked up, real mad. Like he still wanted to throttle him. "Yeah?"
And Diz said, "Let me tell you something, Frank...." and he reached over and patted him on the bald spot. "If you listen to me, Frank," he said, "I'll make you the greatest manager in the game."
That was his apology.