I don’t carry a knife or a gun, but I do have Triples Trevor, a 38-ounce, Joe DiMaggio model wooden softball bat my dad got for me once that I keep under my bed in case of emergency.
After that creepy call Wednesday night, Trevor slept all night with us. Liz found a way to tuck her entire head and most of her body against my left arm, Trevor’s scratchy handle secure in my right. But the only noises all night were the occasional passing siren and a pair of cooing, cuddling doves in the rain gutter at daybreak.
The entire major leagues had Thursday off, teams getting ready for Friday’s holiday doubleheaders, but Liz had a full schedule of obsessing over her newspaper article to do. She called her editor first thing. He loved the story, and after assuring her he wasn’t the one who was breathing into our phone, said it would run in the Friday morning edition. Liz was worried it would be buried by the Memorial Day coverage, but he said no, he’d make room for it in the left feature column.
So Liz spent the day with me walking on nervous air. It was gorgeous out, and we took a boat ride that went under both bridges, circled Alcatraz, and even passed by the U.S. missle launching pad on Angel Island. I’ve always thought protecting San Francisco Bay from a Soviet invasion was a little paranoid on our part, but Liz didn’t trust them Russkies, and convinced me to be nice and grateful on the eve of our national holiday.
As for her article, she was already planning what to say when she accepted the Pulitzer Prize. When we got back she let me read it, and I was pretty impressed. She managed to raise all the right questions, get some choice quotes from Henry North, get even less from City Hall than i did, but write it up in a catchy style without even using my name once. I took her out for a nice seafood dinner that night, unplugged the phone later so we could get romantic.
Then Memorial Day happened. Like a Howitzer shell landing on our heads. We skipped the annual parade at the Presidio and ran to the out-of-town newsstand to get the morning Herald. Not only was Liz’s story missing from the front page, it was nowhere to be found in the entire paper.
Liz called them in a rage. The editor wasn’t there so she called his house. Barked a blue streak at him, then listened with her face turning from red to white. Then she hung up. I stared at her.
It took her half a minute to actually speak. “They killed it…Christopher threatened to sue the paper and they sissied themselves.”
“Why? You had quotes from North, and—”
“Yeah, but someone pretending to know North called them and said I made them up. That I couldn’t be trusted. That all I’m doing is protecting my boyfriend!”
“Of course it is! But they’re cowards and sissies, and now they don’t want me writing for them anymore!!”
She stood there shaking for a second, then wandered out of the room like a piece of beautiful driftwood.
* * *
I was at the Double Play all afternoon, drinking and barely able to enjoy the Giants’ shocking doubleheader sweep in St. Louis. Liz had left earlier for L.A. again, shell-shocked. I guess it was better than her barging into City Hall with a gun or Triples Trevor, but my attempts to console her had done absolutely no good.
One thing was clear, though. Whether the Candlestick Point deal was related to the murders or not, someone sure didn’t want the public to know about it.
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You heard right. Musial returns to the Cards, but fails twice in the opener with runners in scoring position. His 5th inning double off Monzant in the nightcap puts them back in the game, but none other than Paul Giel relieves and retires all 14 batters he faces to get himself a win.
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In an early season of disappointments for the champion Braves, the opener wins the prize. Warren Spahn throws a 3-hit shutout for six of his eight innings, but gives up 12 runs in the 5th and 6th to blow a 9-0 lead. Spahnie has had a few brilliant starts but a rash of bad ones, and his 5-4, 5.48 stats indicate this. Thankfully, Juan Pizarro shuts down the Bucs later for the split.
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Now two games over .500 and a half-game out of first, the Dodgers stun the Wrigleyites twice, first tying the opener in the 8th on a Ron Fairly 3-run homer and winning on a Snider sac fly, then taking the Cubs to extras and taking the game on a Don Zimmer poke in the 11th. The usually flammable Fred Kipp wins them both!
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In the only non-twinbill of the day, Frank Robinson doubles, singles and homers to give Harvey Haddix his sixth win and squeeze the National League tighter than a diplomat’s bow tie.
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Wow. Ryne Duren gives up a three-run lead and the farm in the opener as Norm Zauchin whacks a two-out, 3-run homer in the 9th and the Senators beat the Yanks for the first time in ten tries. Then they almost come back in the nightcap, but Virgil Trucks throws two and a third tough relief innings to nail down the split.
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Boston has a 4.16 team ERA, but weirdly, has now thrown six shutouts after chalking up two here. The miracle is that the Game 2 hero is Riverboat Smith, he of the 9.00 ERA in long relief. His Mark Twainness retires the first 17 Orioles he faces, and doesn’t give up his hit until Bill Gardner’s 2-out double in the 8th. The Red Sox better have their pitching in shape, because they now come home to spend the rest of their holiday weekend with the Yankees.
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The South Siders are back in second place after mopping up Tiger Stadium. Since putting Torgeson leadoff and using rookie Johnny Callison against righties, Chicago’s offense has woken up big time. In Game 2, Torgie and Billy Goodman get on base all 12 times they come to the plate, as the often great Herm Wehmeier starts for a fatigued George Susce and gets pounded.
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These boys do the splits, more crummy Tribe fielding fueling the A’s three-run 6th in the opener, and Minoso and Preston Ward going nuts in the nightcap. Dick Tomanek takes the spot start for the awful Don Ferrarese and spins a gem.
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American League through Friday, May 30