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Remembering
Duke Snider
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On February 27 baseball lost one
of it's truly great players and
fine gentlemen and I lost an outstanding
teammate, a dear friend, and an
accomplished bridge playing partner.
Edwin "Duke" Snider was
one of the premier baseball players
of the 50's and 60's, the "Golden
Era" of baseball, as I like
to call it.
Duke was not only a percentage hitter,
but also a clutch slugger and a
daring base runner. His defensive
prowess, roaming centerfield for
the Dodgers in Brooklyn and Los
Angeles put him in the select company
of all-time greats in my mind.
His performance and accomplishments
as a Hall of Famer are well chronicled,
both statistically and, famously,
in the song Talking Baseball. In
his prime, he was one of a triumvirate
of New York centerfielders, joining
Willie Mays and Mickey Mantle, who
helped to make the game great then
and what it is today. When I joined
the Dodgers in 1959, Duke welcomed
me not only as a teammate, but also
as a fast and forever friend and
it was as friends that we celebrated
our World Series championship that
season.
Those of us who knew him well will
sorely miss him. Through our prayers,
we reach out to his family and ask
God to ensure their well-being in
this time of great sorrow.
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