passed this Klusowsky," Sam says, "somebody else would have homered.
That's fate, Joe."
"Maybe we can
still afford to lose one," I tell him.
Sam says. "Look how it used to be years ago. You win two out of five an'
you think you done some-thin'."
"It's still a
great club," I tell him. "The best ever."
I come out of
Klein's and stop by the delicatessen for some beer. I'm feeling pretty good
now, the best since Kluszewski hit that home run and robbed us of a game. You
know how it is when you have good neighbors? Everybody's on your side;
everybody's rooting for you and with you. You can even stand a guy like Uncle
Nathan. Where do you find neighbors like this?
I come down the
walk toward my house, and Saul Ruskin hasn't moved from his chair on the
sidewalk. I go past Saul, and he lifts two fingers in the V-for-victory
"Tomorrow," says Saul.
How can you beat
neighbors like that? How can you beat Brooklyn?
Uncle Nathan is
standing by the screen door when I come in, and he says, "You gonna slit
your throat tonight, Joe, because the Dodgers lost?"
"Jump in the
lake," I tell him. "Take a long run an' jump in the lake."