were exhausted before the double-header with the Pirates. Pee Wee Reese was drawn and haggard. For the first time in memory, he showed his 37 years. The Dodgers beat Pittsburgh in the first game, but then they listlessly lost the second 3-2, with Bob Friend squashing them in relief. Friend had commented earlier, "You can overpower a tired man. You can fool him because he's not aggressive at the plate." For the first time in over two years, the Dodgers failed to hit a homer in a double-header at bandbox Ebbets Field. Day off tomorrow. The weary Reese said, "I'm going to sleep all day."
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Manager Fred Haney ate a light meal in the afternoon before the third game with Cincinnati. In the dressing room the gin rummy players got going on their trunks—among them Bobby Buhl and Toby Atwell, who have the longest continuing game on the team. Danny O'Connell rested under the heat pads and confided, "Gee, I had a bad dream we are going to lose tonight." Hank Aaron's laugh could be heard above the chatter. "That Henry's laughing again. He's leading the National League," Johnny Logan gibed.
But Milwaukee fans had few opportunities to cheer that night. Tension filled the stands when the Braves tied the game in the eighth, but the crescendo of noise died as Milwaukee's rally did the same. After the loss, the dressing room was closed to visitors for 15 minutes.
The Redlegs are forbidden by Manager Tebbetts to play cards in the dressing room. Before the game they talked, got rubdowns, read comic books. It turned out to be a good night. They got fine pitching from Jeffcoat and Freeman, and the almost inevitable home run from Frank Robinson beat Milwaukee in the 10th. Once again there was spectacular fielding from Johnny Temple and Roy McMillan. "Those guys are always making plays like that," Gus Bell said enthusiastically. "You don't realize it by just reading about it. You have to see them every day to appreciate them."
The Redlegs' dressing room was decorated with wide grins. "You never feel very tired when you win one like this," Tebbetts said, naked in front of his locker, broad face beaming, a big glass of beer in his hand, talking to everyone within earshot. Wally Post muttered, "Now they seem to be getting tighter, every game, I mean. There isn't much more time left."
. It was a lovely day. Reese got his good night's sleep, but in the afternoon he took hi: daughter Barbara over to the doctor's for a routine checkup. Carl Furillo went fishing off Sheepshead Bay; Roy Campanella piled his ample family into his 40-foot boat Princess and chugged across Long Island Sound and back. Randy Jackson, Don Bessent and Dale Mitch ell played golf on Staten Island. Jackson shot a 78. Jackie Robinson brought his wife and two boys into New York to see Moby Dick. Carl Erskine said: "Took the family into New York City, to Fifth Avenue. Did some shopping saw a couple of friends, had dinner, took a nice drive." Don Newcombe got a haircut and then put in a day's work at his liquor store in Newark. Duke Snider went out on Long Island and visited some friends; except for hitting out a pail of golf balls, he did nothing but loaf. Gil Hodge stayed at home all day with his new baby. Walter Alston went to a movie and then listened to Vin Scully's recreated broadcast of the Cincinnati- Milwaukee game which, he said with a smile, he didn't mind at all. And sinister, blue-jawed Sal Maglie, honing his razor for hi; pitching assignment on Wednesday, took his 15-month old son to the park and pushed him gently on the swings It was a wonderful day off.
At Milwaukee's batting practice, before the last game of the Cincinnati series, someone watched Billy Bruton swing his bat and asked him if it contained any base hits. "Ought to. I haven't taken any out," was the reply.