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Page Six (Afck.) StAK Saturday, August 10, 1974 The Doc who operated on Yogi's grammar By Ira Berkow NKA Sports Kditor NEW YORK-<NKA)-The story has become part of our folklore, growing from many idlings with leaps and hounds like the Jumping' Frog <>r Calavrras County. The story, as most sports fans can repeal in the.ir sleep or while watching a baseball name 'which some consider the same thing), goes thus: In Hie late 1940s, there were two roommates on the New York Yankees who appeared as disparate in their lifestyles as Kinstein and Blips' Bunny. The two were Bobby Brown and Yogi Berra. Uoherl William M)oc) Brown was a third baseman and also a medical student. He planned to become a cardiologist. Lawrence Peter (Yogii Berra was a catcher and also a student of contemporary literature in comic book form. He planned to become a catcher. The two would lie in their twin beds, absently rubbing Ibeir spike wounds while reading. Legend has it that Berra would be perusing his acknowledged favorites, such as Buck Rogers and various westerns; Brown would be browsing through "(Jray's Anatomy," One day, Brown and Berra closed their respective tomes at about the same lime. Berra is supposed lo have lurned to Brown and asked, "Well, how did it come out''" Recently, Brown, now a 1)H. KOKHY IWOWN: spending his "salibatical" running a hall club. Fort Worth. Texas, cardiologist, was asked if the story was true. "No," he replied. "I was reading Boyd's Pathology." Dr. Brown is temporarily back in baseball, alter having given up the lumber for the saw, so to speak. 20 years ago. A bunch of businessmen purchased the Texas Rangers Hi is season and asked Dr. Brown to give them a hand wilh running the club for awhile. Dr. Brown agreed. He said he will act as interim president of the club for a couple of months. This is the first lime since l!)54 that he has taken what he calls "a sabbatical." His stethoscope will not lie fallow, however. Dr. Brown's five office associates will look after his patients in his absence. Dr. Brown has not been completely out of contact with baseball. For one thing, he still is aware of his records. He is the joint holder of two World Series marks. His three pinch-hits in the World Series of 1947 has been lied four limes since then. And he is still tied with Kddie Collins for most triples in a five-game series, two. He remains in touch with Yogi Merra, now the New York Mots manager. "What do we talk about'.'" Yogi asked rhetorically. "Oh, how's the family. How're you. How am I. We're still good friends. I told him he should take a vacation a long lime ago." Yogi was asked about lha t l famous story. "It was true," he said. "Yeah, I wanted to know how it came out. He was reading about taking things out of the body-surgery and stuff. So I asked how you do it. I was just trying to 'learn somelhin'. "You know, Doc never called me Yogi. Always Lawrence. It was funny. Like if I mentioned I was going to the John, he'd correct me: 'No, Lawrence, the word is lavatory,'" Yogi laughed. Dr. Brown also has struck up an acquaintance with (i'-orge Medich, Hie Yankee pitcher. Medich is also called Doc" by his teammates, since he is in his third year of medical school. Medich said that he and Brown talk about the problems they shared. When the Yankees played in Arlington against the Rangers, Dr. Brown took Medich with him on his rounds. "It was a rare experience for me, for any medical student," said Medich. "We don't often get to see the practical side of medicine. It's all academic stuff as a student." Medich also got insights into his problem of studying on the road. "Dr. Brown told me it was very difficult for him, too. The thing is, you are alone with these books. And you have no one to talk with about what you are reading. "Sometimes it can gel very boring. I mean, 'Harrison's Internal Medicine' or 'Schwartz's General Surgery' or the intricacies of saphenous vein operations or the details of viral endocarditis with mural thrombi can get a bit much. Sometimes, in fact, I'll read those books when I'm having trouble falling asleep. Twenty minutes later I'm dead to the world." Medich said that last season his roommate was Ron Swoboda, nicknamed "Rocky." Swoboda read books by Kurt Vonnegut and avant-garde literature like "Jesus Christ Astronaut." "We had some pretty deep discussions about a lot of things, including medicine," said Medich. And so we witness the ravages of time. They don't make folklore —or roommates—like they used to. Ira Berkow Uncle Eddie's big battle By Ira Berkow NKA Sports Editor NEW YORK - (NKA) The story that my Uncle Eddie had boxed Barney Ross, who once held three world titles simultaneously, was a family legend. It ranked, in its way, with Ihe story around the same time about my cousin Melvin, when Melvin was about 5 years old in the 1920s. Talent contests were held in those d a y sal I o c a I Chicago theaters. This Saturday aft e r n o o n the r e was a Charleston contest. Melvin, seeing other kids in the family competing, rushed onstage and began jumping up and clown and Hailing his arms in miniature imitation. Within seconds, little Melvin was flying offstage, compliments of a hook. For me in the 50s, there was something tbrillingly special about Ihe Uncle Eddie heirloom that the Melvin tale couldn't touch. Perhaps it was thai it put me only twice removed from the famous world champion Ross, who had come from the Chicago West Side where I also was growing up. And I was becoming a fight fan. The Midwest Gym was only a mile from my home, and 1 would often go and see some of the greal fighters of the day train there, such as Graziaiio, Sugar Ray, Louis. I was filled with the smell of resin and the sound of fighters snorting in the ring like wounded bulls. 1 would pass a big bag and, when no one was watching, strike it with my bare fists. My imagination thrived but my scraped knuckles suffered. 1 remember seeing the boxing movie, "Body and Soul," and leaping up in nij seat and shouting tor John Garfield to get off the canvas, which he did. 1 was embarrassed when a woman behind me told me to sit down and shut up. "It's only a movie," she said. 1 remember 1 cried because there was a sad black man named Ben in the movie who was an old fighter going blind, or something like that One summer day, an extraordinary event took place. 1 was sitting with some friends on the sidewalk in the shade of an apartment building. A lady carrying several grocery packages stopped and asked if any of us wanted to help her for 10 cents. She said'she was only going two block.; down Roosevelt Road. 1 said I'd help. She was a pleasant woman and asked what I was interested iu. Sports, 1 said. "Oh," she said, "then you may have beard of my brother." "Your brother?" 1 repeated. "Yes," she said, "he was a boxer. Barney Ross." Wow 1 Are you kidding? Barney Koss!! I blurted that my Uncle Eddie once boxed him. It wasn't professional, I said. Just amateur. I told her that Barney Ross's manager told mv Uncle Max that my Uncle Eddie had a punch even more powerful than Barney Ross's. But my Uncle Eddie didn't keep boxing because bis mother, my grandmother, didn't want him to fight. I said, "You must have heard about Uncle Eddie." She said no. She quickly added gracefully. "I'm sure your Uncle Eddie was quite a boxer. It's just that I didn't follow fighting all that much myself. I never asked Uncle Eddie about Barney Ross. For two reasons: First, 1 knew he shied away from talking about fighting. He had been known as "Slugger" in his youth, a taut, banjo-eyed, black-haired 5-7 welterweight or middleweight (150 to 160 pounds) who always responded when a friend needed two-fisted protection. During the early days of the Depression, while working as a doorman at the Croyden Hotel, he punched a troublemaker. The guy happened to have been the son of influential parents, and Uncle Eddie was about to be fired. But a group of hotel residents said Eddie was a good man and should be kept. He was. My father said that that ended forever Uncle Eddie as "Slugger." The second reason I never asked Uncle Eddie about Barney Ross was, I imagine, that I was quite happy believing what 1 wanted to believe. When I was a teenager, I would wait for Uncle Eddie to get off work as, now, a doorman at the Morrison Hotel. We would take the elevated train home together. He was still fine, compact, handsome specimen of a man; still carefully groomed, with spit-polished black shoes and carrying a tooth brush in the inside breast pocket of his sport jacket. He told me about seeing the fighters who stayed at the Morrison, particularly Jack Dempsey, and how they'd kibbitz, throwing mock punches. A few years ago I saw Jack Dempsey at ringside of a sparring session for Jimmy Ellis in Madison Square Garden. I introduced myself and asked Dempsey, now with cane, if he d sign an autograph to my Uncle Eddie, and I explained. Dempsey, a very accommodating man, wrote, "To Eddie, Remember the old clays at the Morrison. Jack Dempsey." I sent it to Uncle Eddie, who got a big kick out of it. A year ago, at age 69, Uncle Eddie had a stroke, which affected his speech and his movements. He still took walks, but slower and shorter; he still tried to tell a joke but, frustrated at the sticking words, forced a smile and shrugged. I told him he couldn't stop now, that I had to know the punch line. And when we shook hands, he'd still feign that I squeezed too hard, as he had done for the last 30 years. Recently, Uncle Eddie had another stroke. As this is written he has been in a coma for two weeks, and in the hospital has also contracted a staph infection and pneumonia. His doctors say he is some battler, that he is showing great courage even while unconscious. The strange vocabulary of Rutherford By Ira Berkow NEW YORK (NEA) The first question 1 ever put to Johnny Rutherford, he answered "Vrroooom, vr- roooom, vrroooom." The answer was so startling that now , nine years later, 1 can't even remember the question. It was all the more disconcerting because this was my first assignment as a cub sports reporter for the Minneapolis Tribune. And on this late August day in 1965, in the infield at the Minnesota State Fair grounds, 1 was attempting to conduct my first interview. I asked Mr. Rutherford - this was before 1 knew sports reporters ought to be on first name bases with their subjects — another question. "Vrrooom, vrrooom, vrroooom," he reiterated. 1 svas getting worried. Either he didn't speak English or I didn't speak racing. Language, in fact, was one reason 1 was interviewing Rutherford. 1 needed an advance story for the upcoming big race, and the two favorites, Rutherford and Mario Andretti, were the obvious choices. I eliminated Andretti after he rather eliminated me. 1 spoke to him in the infield briefly. He spoke very briefly back. Perhaps he was shy wilh English, having grown up in Italy, or maybe he was surly, since he was not given to smiles. 1 tried Rutherford next. He smiled. By now, however, I was beginning to lose my equilibrium. First, there were Rutherford's weird replies, and, second, the incredible din of the autos racing around the oval. I decided to try one more question, then quit the newspaper business. This time, as in a dream, Rutherford spoke clearly and in a language I recognized. Not a single vrrooom. And it hit me why. For this one shining moment, the track was uniquely silent. I realized that the vrrooom was not Rutherford's verb, but belonged instead to the limited vocabulary of cars. All this came back to me recently when Rutherford made the headlines with his victory in the Indianapolis 500. His win for me was a kind of sentimental journey. We go ba.ck a long way together, though I'm certain he doesn't know it. And though 1 barely follow racing because I consider it a sport like jumping out of windows is a sport, I have followed Johnny Rutherford. And I've been rooting for him. Fir.it, because he was courteous and helpful to a callow cub who knew nothing about racing — I may have been the only man covering an auto race who didn't know how to fix a flat tire. Second, I've been rooting for Rutherford because in some macabre way, 1 admired his professionalism. The year before our interview, Rutherford was almost killed at Indy. He crashed into Eddie Sachs' car on the second lap. Sachs and another driver were killed. Rutherford suffered minor burns. He v.mted to continue but his auto was too badly damaged. A few days after the disaster he took a practice spin around the Indianapolis track. We talked about this on that Minnesota State Fairgrounds infield. He was beginning to speak in vrroooms again, so I virtually inserted my ear into his mouth. He didn't mind this, though he did request 1 take my poised pencil out of his nose. "When 1 went by the scene I got cold chills," he said, recalling that practice run. "But 1 felt no fear before or after about racing. If 1 did I'd quit. Sure, you feel bad when something like that happens, but it's kind of like being in a war - you keep on going." He shrugged his shoulders. Rutherford went on to explain his technique for avoiding crashes. He follows what he calls his "Daytona rule-of-thumb." "At the Daytona Beach Speedway in Florida," he said, "they've got a saying that, if there's a crackup ahead of you, go straight for it because it'll probably have moved up or down by the time you gel there." The following year 1 was horrified to see a picture on the wire of Rutherford's car making a spectacular flip over the wall at an Ohio race track. He only broke both his arms in that one. Two years later he was seriously burned in a crash at Phoenix. I wondered if he wasa t following his Daytona rule-ot'-lhumb. 1 thought, too, that he aught to think of something more safely sedentary. "When you're hurt so badly and you see so many others killed," he said later, "there is some thought of quitting racing. But 1 tell myself, 'What the hell else would 1 do?' " What he did was win the Indy 500, the greatest, accomplishment in his profession. I was happy to hear of his triumph, but not nearly so ecstatic as the moment I discovered that Rutherford's vocabulary possessed more than just the verb vrrooom. ^^^^^_~ ^^gj^^^ Hope Hempiteod County Star Sports Cepeda removes doubts on his ability to Royals Northrup trade proves wise move for Expos NKVV.M'Al'KH KV By ALEX SACHARE AP Sports Writer "You know," observed Orlando Cepeda, "I can still play baseball." The Boston Red Sox apparently had their doubts during spring training, when they released the 36-year-old slugger. But given a chance recently by ihe Kansas City Royals, Cepeda is proving the Boston brass — Player surge in 6 under par is a threat By WILL GRIMSLEY AP Special Correspondent CLEMMONS, N.C. (AP) - "I don't like to call it self-hypnosis," Gary Player said. "The name for it is concentration — that's a word most golfers know. Concentration and hard work." Thus, the 150-pound shotmak- ing computer from Johannesburg described the mental and physical discipline that carried him to the Masters and British Open championships this year and now has sent him surging into contention for the 56th PGA crown. "I knew I had a lot of shots to make up. I know it looks like I'm unemotional out there. I suppose I am. I just drop my head, look at the ground and keep going." Player was five shots out of the lead, starting the second round Friday in the late afternoon after John Schlee had forged into the undisputed lead with 68-67—135 and four other players, including Jack Nicklaus and Lee Trevino, had posted sub-par scores for 36 holes. Then came a drenching, 45- minute shower, suspending play for that period, and the situation looked even bleaker for the late starters, chief of whom were Player, Sam Snead and Arnold Palmer. Then came Player, marching over the fairways of the 7,050- yard Tanglewood course, spewing out birdies like a relentless machine. It was almost dark after a long, wet and taxing day when the 37-year-old South African came home with a record-tying six-under-par 64, which turned him into a definite threat for a third major championship this season. Evert survives three set scare at U.S. tourney By JOHN SHURR Associated Press Writer INDIANAPOLIS (AP) — Young Chris Evert, as cool a tennis player as ever crossed the Atlantic to nab a Wimbledon title for the United States, says she likes to see fans get excited — even if it's for her opponents. Chris and her younger sister, Jeanne, seeded No. 2 in women's doubles at the $130,000 U.S. Clay Court Tennis Championships, all but lost their third- round match Friday night and the fans were really getting with it in behalf of their opponents. "I think it's great," Chris said about the rooting after the Fort Lauderdale, Fla., combo overcame a 5-2 thirdsset deficit and defeated Jenny Walker of England and Christine O'Neil of Australia 6-4, 4-6, 7-5. Chris, who says she prefers giass and hard courts to clay, has been beseiged by autograph hounds along with her fiance Jimmy Connors throughout the week's action at the Indianapolis Racquet Club. Earlier in the day, Chris moved another step closer to her third consecutive U.S. Clay Court singles title by easily defeating No. 6 seed Virginia Ruzic of Romania 6-0,6-1. and a lot of other people — wrong. Cepeda drove in five runs Friday night, pacing the Royals lo a 13-3 romp over the Milwaukee Brewers. In five games with his new club, he has seven hits in 23 times at bat and has driven in 10 runs. Elsewhere in the American League Friday, Chicago beat Cleveland 5-3, Boston defeated Oakland 6-2, Minnesota trippled Baltimore 6-2, Texas edged Deli-oil 4-3 in 14 innings, and California beat New York 7-1. Friday night against Milwaukee, Cepeda helped Royals ace Steve Busby post his 17th victory against nine defeats. He doubled home two runs in the first inning, then slammed a bases-loaded double to drive in three more runs in the third as Kansas City jumped out to a 121 lead. White Sox 5, Indians 3 Consecutive homers by Pat Kelly and Jorge Orta started Ihe White Sox off to four runs in the sixth inning as they handed Gaylord Perry his sixth consecutive defeat. Perry, 15-7, held the White Sox to two hits until Kelly and Orta led off the sixth with homers lo tie the score 2-2. After Dick Allen walked, Carlos May smashed a long double off the center field fence, scoring Allen with the go-ahead run. May moved to third on Bill Melton's single and scored on Bill Sharp's sacrifice fly. Red Sox 6, A's 2 Juan Beniquez' bases-loaded double keyed a four-run second inning that lifted the Red Sox past the A's in a battle of AL division leaders. Beniquez drove in two runs and then came around to score on an infield out and an error by Oakland shortstop Dal Maxvill. Doug Griffin drove in the other run in the inning with an infield grounder. Twins 6, Orioles 2 The Twins grabbed a 6-0 lead with two runs in each of the first three innnings and sailed past Baltimore. Rangers 4, Tigers 3 Mike Hargrove's two-out single in the 14th inning lifted the Rangers to victory. Jim Sundberg opened the 14th with a single and moved up on a sacrifice. After Lenny Randle filed out and Jeff Burroughs was intentionally walked, Hargrove delivered his game-winning hit. Angels 7, Yankees 1 Rookie Frank Tanana stopped New York on seven hits while Bobby Valentine drove in three runs with a pair of singles. It was first victory for Tanana, 7-14, in a starting role since beating Oakland May 25. He struck out seven and did not walk a batter. By HAL BOCK AP Sports Writer It didn't take Jim Northrup long to get himself acclimated to his new surroundings in the National League. Purchased by Montreal from Detroit earlier this week, Northrup at first balked at reporting, then showed up in time for Friday night's game at Houston. The Astros wish he had waited a little longer. All the veteran outfielder did was stroke a game-tying home run in the seventh inning, and a single touching off the winning rally in the ninth as the Expos nipped Houston 4-3. Elsewhere in the National League, St. Louis opened its Ea-.t Division lead to 1M> games by defeating Los Angeles 5-3 while second-place Philadelphia was losing 3-2 in 11 innings to Atlanta. The Dodgers maintained their 5Vfe game lead in the West when second-place Cincinnati dropped a 4-1 decision to the New York Mets. Pittsburgh thumped San Diego 7-3 and San •Francisco shut out Chicago 3-0. The score was 2-2 : n the ninth when Northrup laced his second hit of the game. He moved up on a walk lo Ken Singleton and Ihen scampered home on Barry Foote's single. Ron Hunt singled home another run. The Expos needed that extra cushion because the Astros pushed across a run in the bottom of the ninth on Cesar Cedeno's Iwo-oul single. But reliever Don Carrithers nailed down the victory for Dennis Blair. Mets 4, Reds 1 Don Hahn scored New York's first run on a double by pitcher Gob Apodaca, and then added a three-run home run as New York stalled Cincinnati. Apodaca, 4-5, permitted just Iwo hits in seven innings and his fourth-inning double, only his second hit of the season, drove in Hahn. Cards 5, Dodgers 3 Ted Simmons' grand slam home run carried St. Louis over Los Angeles, the third straight loss for the Dodgers, NL West leaders. Baseball Scores By The Associated Press American League East W L Pet. GB Boston 62 50 .554 — Cleveland 57 53 .518 4 Baltimore 57 55 .509 5 New York 54 57 .486 7% Detroit 54 59 .478 8% Milwaukee 53 60 .469 9% West Oakland 66 48 .579 — Kan City 58 53 .523 6% Chicago 57 55 .509 8 Texas 58 57 .504 8% Minnesota 55 60 .478 11% California 45 69 .395 21 Friday's Results Chicago 5, Cleveland 3 Kansas City 13, Milwaukee 3 Minnesota 6, Baltimore 2 Texas 4, Detroit 3,14 innings Boston 6, Oakland 2 California 7, New York 1 Saturday's Games Chicago (Wood 17-13) at Cleveland (Bosman 5-0) Baltimore (Cuellar 13-8) at Minnesota (Blyleven 10-13) Boston (Marichal 4-1) at Oakland (Abbott 4-2 or Hamilton 64) Milwaukee (Slaton 8-13) at Kansas City (Dal Canton 7-5), N Detroit (LaGrow 7-12) at Texas (Jenkins 15-10), N New York (May 3-2) at California (Hassler 2-6), N Sunday's Games Chicago at Cleveland Baltimore at Minnesota Milwaukee at Kansas City Boston at Oakland New York at California Detroit at Texas, N National League East W L Pet. GB St Louis 60 54 .526 - Philaphia 58 55 .513 1>4 Pittsburgh 56 57 .496 3V 2 Montreal 53 58 .477 5% Chicago 46 64 .418 12 West Los Angeles 73 40 .646 — Cincinnati 68 46 .596 5V 2 Atlanta 59 54 .522 14 Houston 58 54 .518 14% San Fran 51 63 .447 22% San Diego 45 69 .395 28% Friday's Games San Francisco 3, Chicago 0 Atlanta 3, Philadelphia 2, 11 innings New York 4, Cincinnati 1 Pittsburgh 7, San Diego 3 St. Louis 5, Los Angeles 3 Montreal 4, Houston 3 Saturday's Games Atlanta (P.Niekro 12-9) at Philadelphia (Carlton 14-7) San Francisco (D'Acquisto 910) at Chicago (LaRoche 2-3) Cincinnati (Kirby 7-6) at New York (Seaver 7-7) Los Angeles (Rau 11-6) at St. Louis (Curtis 6-11 or Gibson 69), N San Diego (Freisleben 7-6) at Pittsburgh (Kison 6-6), N Montreal (Rogers 11-14) at Houston (Griffin 11-4), N Sunday's Games Atlanta at Philadelphia San Diego at Pittsburgh Cincinnati at New York San Francisco at Chicago Los Angeles at St. Louis Montreal at Houston *>o QOQOOOOOOOOQOOOGOQOOOeOOOOOOOOOPOOOO WRESTLING HOPE FAIR PARK COLISEUM SUNDAY AFTERNOON, AUGUST 11-5:3 TWO OUT OF THREE FALLS .~.i.i, .iiifeirti <The new North ARMAN HUSSIEN American Champion) SCANDORAKBAR SRMI-FINAL EVENT: FOUR MAN TAG TEAM JAPAN'S MR. ITO AND SUNG YUNG KUNG VS. TERRY LATHAM AND CHIEF THUNDERCLOUD The bouts are being held on Sunday afternoon this week only. The tickets are on sale now at the seven- eleven store on West Third and Washington Street in Hope. The box office at the Fair Park will not open until 4:30 Sunday afternoon- Fans are urged to get their tickets to avoid standing in line at tne box office. Ringside—$2.50; General Admission-$2.00; Children under U-?1.00. JoQOOO<XK><XX>OOO<X><XKK><XK>OOOO<XX>OQOOOO<>OO

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