Dodger center fielder, Duke Snider passed away today, one of the few living members of a Brooklyn Dodgers team that beat my New York Yankees in 1955 earning the title of World Champions of at least American baseball. It was a sad day in 1957 when the Dodgers were unceremoniously removed from Brooklyn, NY and from all of their devoted fans to be reconstituted as the Los Angeles Dodgers purely for economic reasons. So much for fan loyalty. The Dodgers were the life blood of blue-collar workers and their children, but the owners cared less for this, caring more what might be gained from Hollywood’s rich and famous.
Compared to our current overpaid pampered, so-called athletes that adorn our baseball fields today, he produced without steroids and so many other contrivances enough runs and outfield support to help give Brooklyn that 1955 championship. Too many heralded players, who will never get to Cooperstown, just never had the guts and ability to achieve without drugs what THE DUKE DID.
It is time that all of those men who played for Brooklyn and the New York Giants be given the accolades, deserved because they were able to play ball with a bat, a ball, a glove, and that American desire to win. TONIGHT, ANYONE WHO LOVES THE GAME OF BASEBALL SHOULD STAND FOR A MOMENT FOR THE DUKE AND ALL THOSE WHO PLAYED FOR THE LOVE OF THE GAME.