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William Heuman
September 20, 1954
Often a writer can do in fiction what he cannot do with facts, just as a painter can catch essences and meanings and emotions that may elude the finest camera. This short story?the first to be published in SI ?might be called a "baseball story," but it is really about the community of people. Brooklyn is Brooklyn, and yet it might be any baseball town after the home team has blown a lead in the ninth.
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September 20, 1954

Brooklyns Lose

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"I know," I tell him sympathetically.

"That home run Klusoositz hits," Saul says. "It was a fluke, Joe?"

"He tagged it, Saul," I tell him. "He hits that long ball."

"Allus against us," Saul scowls. He pauses and then he adds, "Alston maybe shoulda passed him, a guy hits like that."

"Man on second an' one out," I tell him. "Kluszewski ain't made a hit all day."

"Then he was due," Saul says. "You can't shut out a guy like that four-five times in one game. He was due."

"They took a chance. Erskine got him before."

The guy lives upstairs from me is just coming back from Sam Klein's candy store, where he has bought some cigarets, and he stops to talk. He says: "A good game, Joe?"

"Brooklyns lose, Lennie," Saul says. "That's a good game?"

"You know what I mean," Lennie says. "That lucky Klookitz."

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