Some four hours before game time, I was sitting in the Comiskey Park visitors dugout chatting baseball with Don Zimmer and Walter Hriniak. We were somewhat amused to see a newly-appointed White Sox coach practicing the art of hitting popups with the fungo bat, a chore he’d be inheriting that evening when the White Sox would ... (Full article: 939 words)

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