Evening star., 1946-10-09

iect for laughter all over the Woriu.
One would think that the Brooklyn
baseball fan was completely eA-
.apaerated, and that there was no
such thing as man or q woman
who would shoot you for q Dase
hit. cut your throat for q double,
and draw and quarter you 1of
triple inside the park.
For Is years-the Is years was
"a sports writer-I was convinceo
that the Brooklyn fan, with nus
complete madness, lived only In the
imagination of such baseball writer's
as Gary Schumacher, Tom Meany,
Tommy Holmes, Harold Burr ana q
half dozen others. I was wrong.
want to tell you, with no embeliish-
ments whatsoever, Of BROOKLYN
fan whom met after the Cardi-
mails had beaten the Buns in the
second play-off game.
Cabbie Can't Take It.
He was "a cab driver. tagged
him down to take me from Ebbets
FIELD to Manhattan. When got In
the cab, I told him where I wanted
to go.
II won't take you there" he said.
"Why?" I asked. IT am 81 years
old" he said. land I can't stand
to drive in New York trafhc, even
when I feel good. And I feel awful
right now"
"What's wrong with you?" asked
"The Buns blew It," he said. Its
|all right for young kids, and guys
out of the Army to drive hacks IN
New York, but can't stand 1t any
more. Lissen. I'm supposed to 60
home at 6 O'Clock. but I amt goin' .
know why? My kids and the neigh
bors' kids will all be sitting on the
front porch crying. Lissen, my T.
year-old son came up to me this
morning and said. 'Poppa, I amt
goin' to play hooky from school
today
"You know why he didn't mind
going to school? Every grammar
school in Brooklyn dismissed classes
when the game started and had
radios in the halls and the rooms
so the kids could listen to the Bums
play the Cards. Lissen, had 30
bucks on the Buns today. ! knew
.St. Louis was the better ball club,
but what's your head got to do with
YOUR heart? I could have bet on
the Cards, and thought they were
going to win, but ! amt going back
to INV house as no traitor II my kid
ever found out that bet against
the Buns, and on ST. Louis. he'd
leave home. You know, it's good
for a kid to feel that way. Keeps
him out of trouble. He'd rather SIT
by the radio and listen to the Buns
than raise hell"
ID. ss Scorns New York.
/ The taxi driver took me to the
Brooklyn Bridge and let me out
I"T want no part OF that New York,
he said.
s, Yes. the Brooklyn fan exists. And
liz You'll allow me one slightly ser
ious moment, / would like to bras
about my country.
In the stands at Ebbets Field
when the Cards beat the Buns and
broke the hearts of all Brooklyn
were thirty-five thousand or 60
Americans. My seat was next to q
Greek, and all around me were
people who, had come from all over
the world to become Americans
Their team was beaten. They lost
their money, and yet you know who
got the biggest hand of applause
all day? Murry Dickson, the st
Louis pitcher who broke the Brook
lyn heart, and cost the Brooklyn
dough.
When I walked down the ramp
leaving Ebbets Field. I was in close
company with native-born Amer1-
cans, Slavs,g Negroes, Jews, Italians
and all the other races of the world
and we were all laughing, and we
were all happy. We had seen a good
show, with the better guy winning
No gripes, no pop bottles thrown
no boos and no Kisses.
said to myself that this is q
mighty nice country, and it's mighty
nice to be a part of 1t.
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