I come to play! I come to beat you! I come to kill you! Leo Durocher, Nice Guys Finish Last All stories of steroids and scandals aside, American cultural imagination retains its faith in the church of Narratives of religiosity pervade scholarship surrounding baseball. For example, sport's preference for tradition and ritual, faith sport and its teams inspire in fans, and green cathedrals of ballparks themselves. Baseball possesses its own cognoscenti, an intellectual elite who appraise game's more nuanced aspects. This tension between being an insider and an outsider within baseball recalls Ludwig Wittgenstein's argument that religious language resembles a kind of game. With both endeavors one learns by playing game (or practicing religion). Only later does intellectual affirmation provide new levels of deeper meaning. But what about dark side? Almost all religions possess some notion of evil; dualistic Other serves several purposes: temptation, damnation, and an instructive place in narrative lessons about what not to do. Joseph Price writes, Classically, dualistic, cosmic conflict pits forces of good against forces of evil, light against darkness, creation against chaos, or it presents Gnostic tension between flesh and spirit. (1) Baseball is no different; 1919 Black Sox, Pete Rose, and now perhaps Barry Bonds and Mark McGwire stand as instructive examples of harm baseball suffers when its practitioners sacrifice ultimate reward and salvation for short-term monetary gain and glory. Then there's Leo Durocher (1905-91), many times married and divorced manager of Dodgers and Giants who coined phrase nice guys finish last. Durocher's infamy in baseball enjoys many sources--and just as many scriptural accounts. Rumors swirled about his rookie-year pilfering of Babe Ruth's watch (untrue stories Ruth himself fueled out of dislike for Durocher). (2) In every city Durocher played (New York, St. Louis, Cincinnati, Brooklyn), he rang up eye-popping gambling debts and often bounced checks when paying them off or buying fancy clothing. When not playing shortstop with grace and speed (albeit with a weak .247 batting average), Durocher ran around with a shady group of gangsters, Hollywood grafters, and pool hustlers. More than once he ended a ball game fighting with fans. These troubles followed Durocher throughout his baseball career. In 1947 things grew so bad that Brooklyn Catholic Youth Organization (CYO) protested by withdrawing its numerous members from Dodgers' Knothole Gang. Frank Murphy, a US Supreme Court justice, and Westbrook Pegler, a widely-read columnist, also joined rush to squelch Durocher's style. Decades later, he was still at it, grinding away at his players and chasing women. What really set Durocher apart, though, was his mouth. He stands as one of greatest examples of a baseball bench jockey. His nickname the Lip came from Babe Ruth, frustrated with younger Durocher's inability to refrain from back talk. Baseball always held a role for verbal harassment of other team, but Durocher took role to unknown heights. Durocher yapped at everybody--off field as well as on it. Jonathan Eig writes, If Durocher spoke a sentence without curses, it was probably an accident, soon to be corrected. ... Nowhere did he stay out of trouble, and nowhere did he shut up. (3) As a player, Durocher spouted off to everyone, including game's greats like Ty Cobb. When Detroit's Bob Fatty Fothergill came to bat against Yankees, rookie Durocher brazenly called time from his shortstop position. Durocher ran in to umpire protesting that Detroit was batting out of order. When informed that Fothergill was indeed correct batter, Durocher responded flippantly that he had mistaken Fothergill's girth for two players. Infuriated, Fothergill promptly grounded out on next pitch. …
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