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. “Scratch his name,” he said. “I’ll play Herman. Maybe he’ll get lucky.” ~E.E. Edgar
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