Happy Birthday, Duke
HAYYYYYYY DUKIE BAAABE! HAYYYYYY DUKIE BAAABE! That would be me when the Duke of Flatbush, Duke Snider, bearing number four on his back, would step to the plate. A great catch or throw would merit this as he ran into the dugout. WAYTAGO DUKE! WAYTAGO KID! (I was ten or thereabouts). The 28th of this month would mark Snider’s 100th birthday. The date gave me the chance to recount the wonderful memories he left me with.
First, let’s deal with the endless argument among New York’s baseball fans. Who was the best center fielder? Mays? Mantle? Snider? This is almost like figuring out how many angles can dance on the head of a pin. The three were great. Each was better at one part of the job than the other. Yet each was capable of “blow your mind” plays in the field, though “The Say Hey Kid’s” over-the-shoulder catch is the one that is immortalized. And of course, “The Mick” had physical issues and become somewhat of a dissolute under the influence of Billy Martin. ‘had to impact his playing over the long-term. Duke was the favorite of the blue-collar crowd. He came to work, did his job, and wasn’t much into who’s better than whom. Brooklyn loved the Duke. And so did I.
It wasn’t until recently that I discovered that Snider’s talents were awesome and worthy of the hero-worship I gave him. He was a gifted athlete by his pre-teens. By high school his talents really blossomed to the point where his high school coach wrote to Branch Rickey touting Snider as one of the most gifted ball players he’d ever coached. The Dodgers began to scout him. Here’s a peek at their prospect.