Growing up, the Dodgers were my favorite team and Gil, old #14, my most beloved player. I did see a couple of games with my dad at Ebbetts Field and watched in awe during one as he launched an opposite field homer over the Schaffer Beer sign in right. One other memory: It was the '52 or '53 subway series against, who else, the Yankees and Gil was in a terrible slump, hitless, I think, over the first 4 games. The priest in Gil' local parish asked the congregation during Mass to pray to relieve Gil's pain and give him a couple of bingles. Can't recall if it worked or not, but I guess when all else fails why not call on a higher power. Ted Z. you might recall this tiny bit of Hodges history even if you were rooting against the wrong team.
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