Ehring, George

George Ehring grew up with baseball, 25 miles from New York City, in the era when Mickey and Whitey and Willie didn't need last names. Out fishing on the Atlantic Ocean with his dad, listening to Red Barber and Phil Rizzuto call Yankee games on the radio, he had usually lost his allowance by the third inning, making ten-cent bets he somehow knew he would lose, and wondering how his father could just know the next pitch would be a strike when the pitcher went 3 -0. In that way, he learned about the game and about life. As an adult, he travelled to countless major and minor league ballparks acro...