From the diary of a Giant fan who tast week watched archenemy Jackie Robinson rampaging on the Polo Grounds base paths:
Robby works, works, finally walks, pigeon-toed, to first. "Go on, Robby, worry him." Ridzik looking over at first, throws ball one, ball two to Amoros, who waits, bat twitching. Robby, edging off, goes with the pitch. "There he goes! There he goes!" He beats the throw by plenty, a stolen base. Three and one. Robby jigging off second, Ridzik looking back. Ball four, and out comes Rigney. Hell, we're ahead 3-0 and we're nervous as kittens. Furillo, the Giant Killer, up. Ridzik curves one in. Robby ambling insolently off second. Three and one! Rigney up, to water cooler. Nervous as cats. Walked him! Bases loaded. Campy up now. Look at Jackie! Bouncing, bouncing off third. Look at him. Castleman holds third base like first baseman. Ridzik takes off hat. Puts it on. Robby stands eight feet , off bag, defying pitcher. Ridzik finally turns and, almost pitifully, lobs ball to third. Schoendienst in to talk to him. Robby off again. "Ooooh," from crowd, as he makes break halfway. Ball one. Robby off, breaks, halts, breaks. Ridzik watches him as he winds up. Ball two! Someone shouts, of Robby, "There is a ballplayer." Red comes in again. Sarni comes out. Boos from the crowd.
Robby again. Ridzik steadfastly ignores him. Then he looks at him, throws to plate, ball three! Crowd yowls. Ridzik gets the cripple in for a called strike. Robby whispers to Herman. Goes halfway down as excitement becomes almost unbearable. Ridzik, desperate, pitches. Ball four. Fulfillment for Brooklyn. Campy goes to first and Robby walks home, touches plate, pats Gil Hodges encouragingly, walks to bench. Behind Dodger dugout the crowd stands, stands, and applauds. Applause for walking in from third base. Afraid this is Jackie's night. More on Robby's individualism on page 25