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Dusty—on the ear as always—came wandering by, winked at me and said, "I measured it off just right, Skip."
The next day Early Wynn was beating us 1-0 in the last of the fifth. Two men were on and nobody was out when once again I sent Rhodes in to bat for Monte Irvin. This time the ball dropped into center field for a hit and the score was tied. Before the inning was over, we were leading 2-1.
Lucky Rhodes, huh? Sure. Lucky Rhodes went out to left field in place of Irvin, and in the seventh inning he hit one of Wynn's knucklers up to the roof of the football press box, 350 feet away. The Giants won 3-1, and Dusty had knocked in two of the runs and put the other into scoring position.
That wasn't the end of his day's work. When the Cleveland writers came marching in, Dusty was waiting with a cigar in his mouth and a beer in his hand. "I guess that was a cheap one, too?" he said.
In the third game I used him even earlier. In the third inning we were ahead of Mike Garcia 1-0, but the bases were loaded and I couldn't see any compelling reason to sit back and wait when I had a chance to break the game open right then. Dusty swung at the first pitch and hit a line drive into right field for two more runs.
Dusty was now four for four and had driven in seven runs—including seven of the last nine we had scored. While he was at it, he had broken or tied four World Series records for pinch hitting.
And that wasn't the only thrill he gave us. Remember, I had to put Dusty out in left field after he pinch-hit for Irvin in the second game. I had a standing rule with Mays: "Any time a ball goes up in the air, don't let him get tangled up with it. Go around him, if you have to, but catch it." The game ended with the tying runs on base, and Vic Wertz at bat. And all Wertz had been doing was powdering everything we threw up to him. He started by hitting two long fouls over the right-field fence, and then he hit one a ton into left-center. But it's in the park and all is right with the world because Mays is racing over. And then I see Rhodes coming into the scene, pounding his glove and driving Mays away. Oh, no! I dropped down on my knees and covered my head. I couldn't look. I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes until my coaches were grabbing me and screaming that Rhodes had caught it.
When I got to the clubhouse door, Dusty was waiting for me with a big smile on his face. "What were you worried about, Skip? I had it all the way."