Talking catchers, John Roseboro, not a Hall of Famer by any stretch, but come another few weeks or so in the dog days of summer, in the heat of an August pennant race involving the two displaced NYC national league teams bivouaced over to JMD's coast, Juan Marichal, at the plate batting against Koufax, took his bat and with two hands on the barrel, heaving it up like Paul Bunyan about to smite a mighty blow on the great oak tree, trashed Roseboro on the head. He had to be helped off the field, bloodied and dazed.
As I recall, Koufax later that same inning, shaken by the Friday Night Fights tension hanging heavy in the Coliseum (I think, coulda been Candlestick), gave up a game winning homer to #24.
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