In the years prior to WWI, the
Brooklyn Dodgers fielded teams in which little civic
pride could be taken. However, when the redheaded Nap Rucker took the mound the fans
could be sure of a chance to cheer, particularly'Wh)''when he faced the rival New
York Giants. He spent barely ten seasons in the big leagues, all with the Dodgers,
and failed to provide Hall of Fame statistics, but there were many who insisted he
was the best of his time. In Brooklyn, if nowhere else, his memory is revered by
those who know of his heroic efforts for a futile ball club.
(JK)