Sport: Durocher's Boys

While the New York Giants were busily battling the Yankees in the World Series last week, bewildered baseball fans were still trying to figure out how the Giants ever got into the series in the first place. Rated a red-hot pennant contender in spring training, once the season got under way the Giants tailspinned into an eleven-game losing streak. Giant fans wrote them off as hopeless, and cashed in an estimated $45,000 worth of season tickets; But then the Giants amazed everybody by struggling up from last place to win the pennant after all, in the hottest finish in baseball history. How did they manage to do it?

Somewhat to their own surprise, the sportwriters were giving full credit last week to Manager Leo Durocher. As early as spring training they had noticed a big difference in Lippy Leo. The onetime raffish rowdy who baited umpires, attacked fans, who was kicked out of baseball for a year, and who snarled the classic line, "Nice guys finish last," suddenly began acting like a politician at a picnic. Instead of bawling out his players in four-letter Anglo-Saxon, Durocher began calling them "my boys." Even in the first dismal weeks of the season, he worked patiently with his stumbling club, coaxing and cajoling them instead of browbeating them in the old Durocher manner, doggedly insisting: "This is my kind of club."

Shifting Line-Up. As the season wore on, Durocher made a series of radical shifts, fumbling for the right combination. Outfielder Bobby Thomson, a Scottish-born introvert, was brought back into the thick of things at the third base "hot corner." His slumping batting average boomed from .226 to .289. Monte Irvin, jittery in an unfamiliar first base position, was moved to the outfield. Outfielder Whitey Lockman was switched to first. Irvin's batting average jumped 50 points, and he ended the season leading the league in runs batted in (121).

Willie Mays, rookie centerfielder, only 20 and a little bewildered by the big time, struck out wildly, booted routine fly balls, and got only one hit in his first 26 times at bat. Durocher stuck loyally with the youngster, and Willie, a natural hitter with speed to spare, responded to such good effect that he ended up as the likeliest candidate for the National League's rookie-of-the-year.

Help from the Dodgers. The turning point for the Giants came just when things looked darkest. One night in mid-August, they were 12½ games behind, and they had just taken a three-game whipping from the Dodgers. Through the dressing-room door, the Giants could hear the Dodger cries of derision: "Eat your heart out, Leo ... So that's your kind of team. Well, you can have it." Then the Dodgers started chanting a rollicking song: "Roll out the barrel, we've got the Giants on the run." Over in a corner, a reporter asked Durocher if he planned any line-up changes. Leo raised his raspy voice for all the players to hear: "No changes! This is still my kind of team. If they go down, I go with it. I'm sticking with it."

Shortstop Alvin Dark, the Giant captain, said later: "What Leo said about us was the spark we needed. When a man goes along with you like that, you just have to put out for him."