THEY RAVE AND RANT
I thoroughly enjoyed the article which Mrs. Dreyspool prepared for SI, July 11 on our manager, Walter Alston.
I feel that Mrs. Dreyspool has come closer to capturing the true Alston than any regular writer. Writers are so accustomed to the ravings and rantings of our previous managers that they cannot understand a manager who speaks softly and lets his players speak for the team by their play on the field.
It is a sad commentary on major league baseball when a manager is judged by the amount of noise he makes rather than by his ability to run the club.
Alston is using the same tactics and policies which he pursued in 1954. This year he has better tools and consequently he is winning more games. A well Campanella, a grown-up Newcombe and the addition of Roebuck have made Alston appear in a better light.
Congratulations to Mrs. Dreyspool and your magazine for this story which will show the baseball fans of our country the type of fellow who handles "The Bums."
SAY IT AIN'T SO, BOB
Robert Creamer's contention that the New York Giants are through, dead and buried with little more than half the 1955 National League pennant race completed (SI, July 18) certainly simplifies things for Walter Alston, Stan Hack and Charley Grimm—if these gentlemen attach as much importance to one poorly played Giant game as does Mr. Creamer. The Giants now give every indication of becoming increasingly tough on the opposition in the stretch run. A 15�-game deficit would appear insurmountable to most managers and most ball clubs, but Durocher has repeatedly used the element of surprise to defy the percentages. His record proves conclusively that he is the most imaginative and daring manager in the game today. Leo still has at his command a very sound club that is at its best when the pressure is greatest.
The letdown the Giants have experienced these past few months is a natural follow-up to their spectacular successes of 1954. They should not, at this stage of the race, be relegated to the also-rans.
Mr. Creamer has gone way out on a limb with what I consider a rash and unwarranted appraisal of a great ball club. Should the Giants repeat the miracle of Coogan's Bluff—but then it can't happen! Can it, Mr. Creamer? Are you really sure?
ALFRED J. O'FARRELL
New Haven, Conn.
? SI's Bob Creamer is a lifelong Giant fan and he fervently hopes his own appraisal will turn out to be wrong.—ED.
PREACH AND THE GOOD BOYS
We certainly cannot believe that this one pitch of Mr. Roe's (The Outlawed Spitball Was My Money Pitch, SI, July 4) enabled him to compile the fine record he had with Brooklyn. The Preach was a fine control pitcher, with a good curve, change up and an occasional fast one to keep them honest. Regardless of what he or any pitcher throws, the ball still has to come over the plate within the strike zone. It isn't logical to assume that only two or three players in the entire league were capable of hitting the wet one. The truth is that there are darn few good hitters around today. Everyone is swinging for the fences. There is only one player in the entire National League who can be counted on to get a hit once out of every three times at bat. The American League is twice as good since they have two men batting over .333.