âwhere the center fielder came in too fast and it rolled through him to the fence and looked good for an inside-the-park homer, or at least a triple. Meanwhile, Pop, who is of course a young guy at this time, was ripping around the bags, and the crowd was howling for him to score and tie up the game, when in some crazy way as he was heading for home, his legs got tangled under him and he fell flat on his stomach, the living bejesus knocked out of him. By the time he was up again the ball was in the catcherâs glove and he ran up the baseline after Pop. In the rundown that followed, the third baseman tagged him on the behind and the game was over.â
Red spat into the street. Roy tried to say something but couldnât.
âThat night Fisherâs Flop, or as they mostly call it, âFisherâs Famous Flop,â was in every newspaper in the country and was talked about by everybody. Naturally Pop felt like hell. I understand that Ma Fisher had the phone out and hid him up in the attic. He stayed there two weeks, till the roof caught fire and he had to come out or burn. After that they went to Florida for a vacation but it didnât help much. His picture was known to all and wherever he went they yelled after him, âFlippity-flop, flippity-flop.â It was at this time that Pop lost his hair. After a while people no longer recognized him, except on the ball field, yet though the kidding died down, Pop was a marked man.â
Roy mopped his face. âHot,â he said.
âBut he had his guts in him,â Red said, âand stayed in the game for ten years more and made a fine record. Then he retired from baseball for a couple of years, which was a good thing but he didnât know it. Soon one of Maâs rich relatives died and left them a pile of dough that Pop used to buy himself a half share of the Knights. He was made field manager and the flop was forgotten by now except for a few wise-egg sportswriters that, when they are too drunk to do an honest dayâs work, would raise up the old story and call it Fisherâs Fizzle, or Farce, or Fandangoâyou wouldnât guess there are so many funny words beginning with an fâwhich some of them do to this day when the Knights look foolish. The result is that Pop has the feeling he has been jinxed since the time of his flop, and he has spent twenty-five years and practically all of his pile trying to break the jinx, which he thinks he can do by making the Knights into the world champs that the old Sox never did become. Eight times he has finished in second place, five in third, and the rest in fourth or fifth, but last season when the Judge bought into the club and then took advantage of Popâs financial necessity to get hold of ten per cent of his shares and make himself the majority stockholder, was our worst season. We ended up in the sewer and this year it looks like a repeat.â
âHow come?â
âThe Judge is trying to push Pop out of his job although he has a contract to manage for lifeâthatâs what the Judge had to promise to get that ten per cent of stock. Anyway, heâs been trying everything he can think of to make things tough for Pop. He has by his sly ways forced all sorts of trades on us which make money all right but hurt the team. It burns me up,â Red said, âbecause I would give my right arm if I could get Pop the pennant. I am sure that if he took one and the Series after that, he would feel satisfied, quit baseball, and live in peace. He is one helluva white guy and deserves
better than he got. Thatâs why I am asking you to give him the best you have in you.â
âLet him play me,â Roy said, âand he will get the best.â
In the lobby Red said he had enjoyed Royâs company and they should eat together more. Before he left he warned Roy to be careful with his earnings. They werenât much, he knew, but if in the future Roy had a chance