First, I'll give credit where credit's due. The Yankees went out there yesterday with their backs to the wall and gave us an awful beating. Whitey Ford pitched a smart, nifty game and his hitters backed him up.
But yesterday's game is history. The only thing that counts now is today -- payoff day.
We've got Deacon Law going for us with Elroy Face in the bullpen. They've checked the Yanks in the first and fourth games, and I'll be surprised if they don't in the seventh game. I don't want to encourage people to break the law, but if you've got an uncontrollable urge to play a number today put a quarter on 1-4-7.
Casey Stengel hasn't said whether he'll pitch Bob Turley or Bill Stafford against us, but I think he'll probably use Stafford because Turley pitched a while in the bullpen yesterday.
If Stafford starts we'll see a fairly hard fast ball that sinks a little. And we'll see good breaking stuff.
Turley isn't as fast as he used to be but his curve has improved. His curve makes his fast ball look good . . .
I said before the Series started that in a World Series one guy will get hot and beat your pants off and you can never tell who that guy will be. By now we know, of course, that they guy is little Bobby Richardson.
He's knocked in a dozen runs over the first six games, and we've simply got to figure a way to get him out.
All three of our defeats have been shellackings but that doesn't hurt our pride one bit. When you've had the tar kicked out of you, you don't lose sleep replaying the game.
I guess that by the time we reached the seventh inning yesterday, all of us were thinking about the seventh game. No point in crying over spilled blood.
I guess the Western Union messenger boys will be busy carrying me telegrams until game time today. In New York, after we'd been shellacked by the Yanks, I got about 100 telegrams. About 75 of them told me what a lousy ball club we were and that we had no business playing in a World Series.
When we won the next two games the telegrams stopped . . . [I] can conclude from this that people who own stock in Western Union might be rooting for the Yanks to pin our ears back again. But if it comes down to that, my advice to them consists of one word:
-- Story reprinted from the Post-Gazette, Thurs., Oct. 13, 1960.