Wilbert Robinson, manager of the old Brooklyn Dodgers, was
not proficient in spelling. One
afternoon, before a game, he and one of the coaches were making the batter
order.
“I don’t think I’ll play Herman today,” said Robinson,
referring to a young Babe Herman, the team’s star hitter. “He’s been in a slump. What’s the name of the new kid?”
The coach could scarcely pronounce the newcomer’s name, a tongue-twister with as many letters as the alphabet. Robinson struggled for a while over the spelling and then gave up.
The coach could scarcely pronounce the newcomer’s name, a tongue-twister with as many letters as the alphabet. Robinson struggled for a while over the spelling and then gave up.
“Scratch his name,” he said.
“I’ll play Herman. Maybe he’ll
get lucky.” ~E.E. Edgar
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