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The Name Is Yogi

Oct. 22, 1956
Oct. 22, 1956

Table of Contents
Oct. 22, 1956

Table of Contents
Jimmy Jemail's Hotbox
Events & Discoveries
The Wonderful World Of Sport
Waterfowl Preview
The Outdoor Week
Golf
Tip From The Top
Acknowledgments
Horse Racing
19th Hole: The Readers Take Over
Sporting Look
Pat On The Back

The Name Is Yogi

Not even the unparalleled brilliance of Don Larson's perfect game could dim the World Series luster of the squat, unbeautiful Berra—ballplayer extraordinary

THE MOST impressive thing about the World Series was Yogi Berra; there's no getting away from it. Don Larsen was The Hero (there's no getting away from that, either), and Larsen is certainly deserving of all the praise and rewards coming his way, but Berra was incomparably the best player in the Series, the most valuable, the principal reason why the New York Yankees are again the champions of the baseball world.

This is an article from the Oct. 22, 1956 issue Original Layout

In a way, the furor about Don Newcombe and the implication—or, for that matter, the flat accusation—that he chokes up and is easy to beat in a tight situation is a slur on Berra. For in the second game it was Berra's grand-slam home run that knocked Newcombe out of the box, and in the seventh game it was Berra's successive two-run homers that beat him, and while there is undoubtedly some foundation for the belief that Newcombe is not the best pitcher in the world in a tense game against a good club (though this has more to do with the man's particular skills than with his psyche), it should be remembered that it took the best player in the Series to beat him. In the four times he came to bat against Newcombe, Berra had three home runs and a walk. Of the 11 runs that Newcombe allowed in the Series, Berra batted in eight. Success like that against any pitcher would be remarkable enough; against a man of Newcombe's stature, it borders on the legendary.

After all, in that seventh game Newcombe twice had to pitch to Mickey Mantle, the most devastating hitter of the season, each time with a man on base and one out. Twice Newcombe struck Mantle out. And the second time Berra batted, Newcombe had him struck out, too. But Roy Campanella, ordinarily an impeccable catcher, failed to hold on to that foul-tip third strike and Berra, allowed another chance, hit the homer that destroyed Newcombe and sent him slouching off to the showers beset by gnawing doubt and self-recrimination.

What it boils down to, probably, is simply that Berra is a better baseball player than Newcombe and, indeed, very possibly one of the best baseball players who ever lived. Two years ago Casey Stengel was asked in a survey who he thought was the best natural ballplayer in the American League. Stengel thought the question over carefully, his facile tongue temporarily stilled, and then replied: "Williams is the best natural hitter, but Berra is the best natural ballplayer."

It seemed an odd choice for most "natural"—the chunky, awkward-looking Berra over some graceful athlete like, say, Mantle or Al Kaline, but Stengel is a baseball fan as well as a master practitioner of the art, and he has a deep admiration for the man who "feels" the game, whose instincts and reflexes are perfectly geared to the environment of 98-mph pitches, 200-pound base runners with spikes high, sudden variations in the age-old theme of bat, ball and glove. No one feels baseball better than Yogi Berra, no one relishes the excitement of its competition more, no one reacts more quickly to its constant challenge. He is a masterpiece of a ballplayer and this year's World Series was his showcase.

Others made their mark, too. Perhaps no one was more appealing than old Sal Maglie, who is just as much at home in baseball as Yogi is. His duel with Mickey Mantle in the Series was a fascinating thing to watch: two fine athletes fencing with each other.

In the first inning of the first game, Mantle hit a two-run homer off Maglie to send the Yankees ahead. Maglie's shoulders did not slump, his features did not sag. He struck out two men in a row to end the inning and came marching off the mound looking as though he were muttering: "Those blank-blanks...2-0.... Who do they think they are, getting a 2-0 lead on me?" And, actually, in the dugout where the pitcher is usually comforted and consoled by his teammates after giving up two runs, it was Maglie who did the comforting. "Come on," he said. "Two runs are nothing. Let's get them back." And the Dodgers did.

But the duel between Maglie and Mantle went on. The next time Mickey batted, the way Maglie pitched was sort of magnificent. He threw a low curve in close for a called strike, followed with a surprising fast ball close for a second called strike, threw a curve low for ball one, then a fast ball directly at Mantle for ball two. There was a delay then. The umpire examined the ball. A man got up and began to throw in the bullpen. The crowd lit a cigarette.

Then Maglie crouched on the mound, the ball held behind his right knee, and peered in at Mantle and Campanella. Mantle readied himself, thinking perhaps of the close curve, the close fast ball. Maglie threw, a lovely curve on the outside that just caught the edge of the plate for called strike three. "He got him!" a man yelled.

And he got him again, in the ninth, with a man on first. Maglie said later it was the best pitch he threw all day and one of the best he ever threw, a good curve low and a little bit to the outside. He knew Mantle wanted to swing, knew that he wanted to pull the ball. There was then, according to the law of Maglie, nowhere else for a low curve outside to go but to Second Baseman Gilliam. Mantle swung and hit a stinging two-hop grounder directly to Gilliam, and it was one of the fastest second-to-short-to-first double plays anyone ever saw. How many times has Mantle, batting left handed, where he has the two-step head start to first, hit into a ground-ball double play? The first game was Maglie's round.

But in the fifth game, that memorable day when millions of onlookers watched with Don Larsen as the clock of outs ticked toward his perfect game, that day Mantle's riposte defeated Maglie. Sal pitched rather well, too, you will remember, retiring the first 11 batters. But with two out in the last of the fourth, the score 0-0, it was Maglie vs. Mantle, and "Maglie lost. His strategy now called for outside pitches (in Ebbets Field a left-handed hitter like Mantle can hit an outside pitch into the left-center-field seats—in Yankee Stadium it's much less likely; in Ebbets Field an inside pitch can be lined hard to right and still end up as nothing more than a single because it can be stopped by the high wall—in Yankee Stadium a line drive to right has only a three-foot fence to clear to become a home run).

Maglie's first pitch was a called strike on the outside corner. The second pitch—delivered to the same outside edge of the plate—was a ball. The third—again in the same place—was a second called strike. The fourth—same place—was fouled off. The fifth—same place—missed for ball two. The sixth—same place—was fouled off again, as Mantle skillfully protected the strike zone.

For the seventh pitch, Maglie decided to cross Mantle up. He shifted inside, hoping to catch Mickey leaning in on the plate, looking for the outside pitch and unable to cope with anything in close. He was wrong. Mantle was waiting, apparently had been waiting right along. Mickey swung and hit the line drive to right, low and just fair, but high enough and fair enough to be a home run (his third of the Series and his second off Maglie). He had won this time, and it cost Maglie the ball game. In all probability, it also cost the Dodgers the Series.

THAT YANKEE PITCHING

The sixth game, obscured by Larsen's Fifth and Newcombe's Seventh (the one heroic, the other tragic), was actually one of the finest World Series games ever played. Clem Labine and Bob Turley pitched through nine scoreless innings before the Dodgers won 1-0 in the 10th, on Jackie Robinson's line-drive single over the uncertain head of Enos Slaughter, thus enabling Brooklyn to stay precariously alive for one more day. But in retrospect, that game has become no more than a particularly striking part of the dominant movement of the Series: the five consecutive complete games hurled at Brooklyn by the supposedly inept Yankee pitching staff. Whitey Ford gave up 8 hits and 3 runs; Tom Sturdivant, 6 hits and 2 runs; Don Larsen, 0 hits and 0 runs; Bob Turley, 4 hits and 1 run; and Johnny Kucks, 3 hits and 0 runs.

It is impossible to know whether this overpowering display of pitching depth is a sign to the future that the Yankees, despite seven pennants in the last eight years, are just beginning to show how good they really are; or the futile hitting an omen that the Dodger dynasty, built on the great skills of a small band of extraordinary players (Robinson, now 37, Reese 37, Furillo 34, Campanella 34, Hodges 32, Snider 30), is finally about to crumble; or the whole thing simply a dramatic coincidence (it is an extraordinary fact that Larsen, Turley and Kucks pitched the single best games of their careers on successive days). But certainly the mere fact of its happening has characterized the 1956 Series: this may have been the Series of Berra, of Larsen, of Maglie and of Newcombe; but mostly it was the Series when the Dodgers stopped hitting and the Yankees learned to pitch.

ILLUSTRATIONROBERT RIGERYOGI BERRA: ON THE ATTACKILLUSTRATIONROBERT RIGERDON NEWCOMBE: IN RETREAT

NEW SERIES RECORDS

DON LARSEN—Perfect no-hit, no-run game

YOGI BERRA—Most RBIs, one Series (10)

DUKE SNIDER—Most home runs, NL, total Series (10); most strikeouts, total Series (33)

PEE WEE REESE—Most times on losing club (6)

NEW YORK—Most home runs, one Series (12)

NEW YORK—Most Series won (17)

NEW YORK—Most pitchers, one game (7)

NEW YORK—Most walks given, one game (11)

BROOKLYN—Lowest batting average, seven games (.195)

BROOKLYN—Fewest hits, seven games (42)