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FROM THE PUBLISHER
Donald J. Barr
July 06, 1987
On Sunday, June 21, we covered every baseball game played in the major leagues. We sent writers and photographers to 13 ballparks, and what they saw and heard can be found over 75 pages in One Day in Baseball, beginning on page 24.
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July 06, 1987

From The Publisher

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On Sunday, June 21, we covered every baseball game played in the major leagues. We sent writers and photographers to 13 ballparks, and what they saw and heard can be found over 75 pages in One Day in Baseball, beginning on page 24.

The mass assignment made for an unusual day for SPORTS ILLUSTRATED. It all began at 4:45 a.m. CDT when senior editor Steve Wulf and photographer Ronald C. Modra began the drive from St. Louis to Freeburg, Ill., to join in some pregame fishing with Cardinals manager Whitey Herzog. Wulf, who had gone fishing exactly once as an adult, was confident only that he could "tell a lobster roll from a hot dog." You can see how his fish story turned out on page 72.

As midday arrived and the games began, baseball editor John Papanek and photo editor Laurel Frankel, who did much of the picture planning the stories required, heaved sighs of relief in New York. "I think I know how Ike must have felt on D Day morning," said Papanek.

At 3 p.m., sitting in an Exhibition Stadium box with Toronto general manager Pat Gillick, senior writer Peter Gammons knew something was up. His subject, Blue Jay starting pitcher Joe Johnson, had been treated roughly by the Brewers, and Gillick kept moving in and out of the box. "I figured that Johnson was being sent down," said Gammons. "I felt bad. He's a great guy." You can meet the righthander on page 42.

The Oakland A's balked when writer-reporter Austin Murphy asked to sit in their bullpen, so Murphy got a seat next to the bullpen and spent hours craning his neck to watch and converse with its occupants. The fruits of Murphy's stiff neck start on page 88.

Our day didn't end until Monday when senior writer E.M. Swift, who had spent Sunday at Fenway Park, sat down to breakfast, opened his Boston Globe and saw a photo of his own face peering out of a scoreboard window behind leftfielder Jim Rice. "I took deep offense at being called a distraction by the Globe" says Swift, whose account of life inside the Green Monster begins on page 48. "Rice never knew I was there."

But he was, and we hope this issue will help you feel a little closer to the grand old game next time you look out from behind your scorecard.

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