With no baseball to watch, I re-watched a lengthy film strip about the 1957 World Series, which was basically the event that got me interested in baseball in the first place.
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LOL. Actually I didn’t know beans about Mr. Nippy except that he knew Uncle Al – who lived in Sacramento. Baseball was still a half-year from making it to the “Southland” but I was getting interested and had sort of picked up two heroes from my father from Boston (Williams and Spahn) as well as an adversion to the Yankees. So I was rooting for the Braves.
Still hard to believe that the Braves only won one Series with that HOF nucleus and a shitload of talent in general (Burdette, Crandall, Logan, Bruton, Buhl), etc). The 59 NL playoff is still one of my alltime great memories – and there was simply no damn way the Dodgers should have won it.
I didn’t remember the Nipster until I watched that film. I looked him up and found that he was the third-string first baseman and hadn’t played in the majors in the previous four years! It’s surprising that he was even on the World Series roster, because at that time Adcock and Torre were both healthy.
I guess the only reason he was on the roster for the season is because of Adcock’s injury. I guess you know (I did not) that he was a fixture on the Sacramento Solons for many, many years.
One of the things I love about the ’57 Braves is that they won everything with a cobbled-together team. Schoendienst, Covington, Hazle and Nippy weren’t on the team when the season began, and Torre was expected to be a back-up guy (in the team’s first 33 games he had a whopping 21 at-bats).
First one I watched. My Uncle Al in Sacramento knew Nippy Jones, the shoe polish guy.