I was a catcher for the Philadelphia Phillies when Joe Morgan broke into the major leagues with the Houston Colts. The Colts had just gotten into baseball with its first major league team and this specific year we (the Phillies) had beaten the Colts 17 straight times and one more would be an all-time record. We had a one-run lead until the Colts got the tying and winning run in scoring position in the ninth inning. They sent up a pinch hitter named Joe Morgan and he got a single into right field and won the game. I walked back to the dugout to take off my catching gear.
We were filing out after the game, and the clubhouse man always had food and drinks for the players to suck up before flying home. I took my gear off and started walking to the clubhouse out the right field fence. I noticed Gene Mauch our Manager was 200 feet ahead of me; I was last.
As I opened up the clubhouse door, I was shocked at what I saw. Mauch hated losing that game so much that he had thrown all the food off the table in different directions and the items in gravy went all over some nice suits players were going to wear home. My locker was away from the table so I was out of trouble. I sat down, took off my jersey, pulled my sweatshirt over my head, left it there and laughed quietly.
Joe Morgan was not only a good second baseman but a wonderful person. God Bless you Joe. As I turn 84 on Dec. 3, I will join you soon, as you will love this story.