A Drive into the Gap is a true story about fathers and sons, baseball and memory, and the improbable journey of a bat from one of the most iconic moments in the history of the game to the bedroom of a 12-year-old boy.
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Roberto got his hit in the fourth, a double to left-center off Jon Matlack. With all eyes and camera lenses focused on second base as Clemente tipped his helmet to the crowd, Tony was thinking, “I have to get that bat. I need to hide it.” —Chapter 15
This Sunday, September 30, is the 40th Anniversary of Roberto’s 3,000th hit.
One evening his neighbor stopped by for a cup of coffee and during the conversation he asked if Jackie would be interested in arranging some local gigs for his teen-age son, Frankie, whom the father felt might have a future as a singer. Jackie turned him down, saying, “If he were a wrestler I might be interested, but singers are a dime-a-dozen.” Over the years Jackie often wondered how his life might have been different if he had seized the opportunity so many years ago to become Frank Sinatra’s manager. —Chapter 2
(Pictured are members of the New York Yankees front office staff sometime in the 1960s. L-R: Bill Kane, statistician; Louis Requena, free-lance photographer; Bill Guilfoile, Asst. PR Director; Jackie Farrell, Director of Speakers’ Bureau; Connie Fernandez, PR secretary; Bob Fishel, PR Director.)
We (Cooperstown) were rarely in the same league as the teams we were playing—they were often state champion all-star squads from much bigger towns. We lost a lot. I used to call us youth baseball’s Washington Generals, after the basketball team that barnstorms the country getting clobbered night after night by the Harlem Globetrotters, except in our case the good teams would ride a bus all night for the privilege of playing us on our home field. —Chapter 4