I was surprised to see that I was named in a photo caption as one of the ballplayers pictured in the Reds dugout with Willard Hershberger (The Razor's Edge, May 6). That is pitcher Paul Derringer, not me. I wonder what Derringer is going to say when he sees his name has been changed to Nino Bongiovanni. Sorry, Paul.
By the way, although I played 66 games in the outfield and as a pinch hitter on that National League championship team, I did not get a 1939 World Series ring. Members of the losing team had to buy their own, but I needed the money to get home. After all these years, I still get a lump in my throat when I hear the word "ring." I have written several old teammates, as well as the Reds office, trying to find out who made the rings back then, or if one might be available. No luck.