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By Maury Allen. George Herman Ruth was The Babe. Lou Gehrig was The Iron Horse. And George Steinbrenner is The Boss. Under the guidance and goading of the eccentric and egocentric Steinbrenner, the Yankees have won five World Series. Here is an excerpt. Reprinted by permission of St. This was an A-list party given by public relations magnate Howard Rubenstein, celebrating his 45 years in the business of getting names of important people into the newspapers and seen on television, or keeping them out as the case might be. The Boss showed up early. He wore his familiar white turtleneck, a dark sports jacket, light trousers, glistening black shoes, perfectly groomed hair, and that good old boy smile of his.
The Boss stood in the middle of the largest dining room as photographers begged for photos of the Yankee leader with 3, guests. Also in attendance were psychological love specialist Dr. Ruth Westheimer in all her 4-feetinch glory, and the former Duchess of York, Sarah Ferguson, an ex-royal and Weight Watchers ingenue. As lightbulbs flashed and the media hordes moved closer to the Boss and friends, even Rubenstein had to notice who was the star of his anniversary party.
Sarah Ferguson, who has been in the United States long enough to know better, admitted she did not know who Steinbrenner was, but was pleased to pose for pictures with him. I caught the Boss in the corner of the largest dining room, congratulated him on the pennant the Yankees were about to clinch and asked about the impending merger of the Yankees with the New Jersey Nets NBA basketball team for cable television income purposes. I told him we were probably the only two people in the room who remembered his time in basketball more than a quarter of a century earlier with the Cleveland Pipers.
On the evening of July 15, , my wife, Janet, and I hosted a little party at home. Fritz, my closest friend on the team, and his wife, the former Marilyn Monks, 31, who we were friendly with after his many years with the Yankees, were among our guests. He asked if we could include Kekich and his wife, Susanne, Why not? Throw another hamburger on the grill and buy another six-pack. Marilyn Peterson shocked us all when she arrived with long, light brown hair hanging halfway down her back.
The blond wig was chic and glamorous, and she looked very sophisticated whenever we had dinner together. She was a beautiful woman so none of this really mattered, but for Marilyn, the wig had represented security. She looked startlingly different. Susanne Kekich stood on the stairs together with Marilyn. They made quite a contrast. Where Marilyn was petite and shy, Susanne was a tall brunette — athletic looking and aggressive. Throughout the evening, Susanne seemed to be competing for attention with the new Marilyn every chance she got. There were conversations over beers and burgers, the empty stomachs.
This all took place in July during an off day on the Yankees schedule, and, with a game the following night, the party broke up by 2 a. Now we moved to shut the curtains on our front windows. Early summer sun, remember. So when Janet and I looked out and saw two Petersons and Kekiches standing in front of one car in front of our house about an hour after they had left, we were puzzled. We remarked about it and went to bed.
These are baseball players remember, different to you and me. FAST forward to January. I was working on my musical rendition of a new baseball song for the annual Baseball Writers Dinner when I got a message at the hotel to call Fritz Peterson.
On that evening back in July at our home, he and Kekich had made the original plans for exchanging wives. Also kids, houses, furniture, dogs and cats. The new families had been in operation for several months, everything was still going well, and he wanted to share his wonderful news with the world.
He had chosen me as the conduit. Peterson insisted and I resisted. It was that I thought this was private stuff, best if it had never been done, but certainly better left unsaid. Hey, this was While Fritz and I were talking baseball in the living room, Marilyn shyly asked my wife a personal question.
It was obviously very important to her. My wife was embarrassed about answering, and she recalled laughing and saying to Marilyn that there was no answer to that question. As we found out later, it was Marilyn who was more interested in sex than Fritz. Perhaps that may have contributed to the wife swapping. I ducked the story by choosing to go to spring training with the Mets in St. The story exploded on the national scene. Hey, the Vietnam War was winding down. Where was a good news organization to go?
Peterson and Susanne Kekich actually married and are still married. Kekich and Marilyn Peterson, basing their attraction on her physical beauty, lasted just a few months past the horrible spotlight of that spring training fiasco. For her, the swap was never comfortable. It took several years of living alone with her boys before Marilyn found a man who could appreciate who she was.
She is married to a physician and is living comfortably in New Jersey. Peterson was also traded to the Indians, after Kekich had left that team, and ended his career with a stint in Texas in It would not get any less entertaining over the next quarter of a century or so. THERE were days in the sum mer of when Billy Martin would show up at the ballpark with his face looking drained, his neck tight, his eyes a little watery, and his speech slurred. There were other days when he came to the park after an early visit to church.
His face would be relaxed, his eyes would be clear, his hair would be combed and his speech would be soft and distinct. They had won a long game and by the time I got back to the hotel, about three hours after the team did because of a long story and longer column I had to write about the drama, I was far too wound up for sleep. I turned on the television set, picked up a book and relaxed in bed. Maybe an hour went by and the movie kept my interest. I opened it quickly; Billy Martin walked in and sat on my hotel bed as I moved to the one lounge chair in my room.
Reggie Jackson had been hitting well the last few weeks but Jackson, mostly as the deated hitter, had been batting in the fifth or sixth spot in the Yankee lineup. Billy began a laborious monologue about how George Steinbrenner was always looking for stardom out of his stars, how George wanted Reggie Jackson in his cherished fourth spot in the order.
Jackson had a big RBI game a few days earlier and when he bragged about his abilities in tough games he held several New York newspapers in his hand. He rambled on for an hour and a half. Everybody knew George Steinbrenner had ordered it. Jackson was there in that famed spot of Ruth, DiMaggio, and Mantle. The torch had truly been passed. Read Next. This story has been shared 27, times. This story has been shared 23, times. This story has been shared 18, times. View author archive Get author RSS feed. Name required. required. Comment required. Kekich was the first to tell Yankee general manager Lee MacPhail.
Kekich was traded to Cleveland later in He went alone. The bad days outweighed the good days by two to one in the final months of the season. The Yankees stayed in a tired old hotel in Milwaukee called the Pfister. Billy insisted he would not do it. Nobody tells Billy Martin how to make out a lineup. It was all any of us had been writing on this trip. Share Selection. We tested the lululemon Wunder Train collection and here's what we found.
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