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Frieda Metzger at the Wall

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Frieda Metzger at the Wall

by Larry N. Mayer Published in Issue #13
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It’s not like anyone else in the family approved of this. But on September 22, 1957, two days before the very last out of the final Dodgers game at Ebbets Field, long before the hard surface of Astroturf was even the seed of a dream, my older brother, Jackie Robinson Metzger, was born, near Pitkin Avenue in Brooklyn, underneath the “Hit Sign, Win Suit” advertisement of Abe Stark’s retail clothing store. And more important, it was the day of the last home run ever hit by a Brooklyn Dodger—over the right centerfield wall. And with their heads poking like prisoners from building windows across the street, waving felt pennants, kids and adults punching the pockets of their baseball gloves, standing on roofs, picnicking on fire escapes, the entire population of Flatbush—Jewish and not, white and black—because of the Dodgers, was in a state of electrified and melancholic alert. And of all these loyal fans, who do you think got a big zets right on top of her head? The ball, barely clearing the 352 foot mark, took a bad hop off the top of the right field wall. And then, shoyn! Nine-months pregnant! In labor! In the heat! Frieda Metzger: a delay of the entire game, and then the crazy screaming fans.
The New York Post from the very next day: “HEADY WOMAN FAN-ATIC: DROPS BABY AND BALL.” Some of you—maybe your grandparents—remember. I’m sure. But do you know this? My dear mother, Frieda Metzger—at the wall, like Carl Furillo or Sandy Amoros, and only because my hard-working, pragmatic, night-school attending father, Moishe “Max” Metzger, trying to save a few cents—was on the wrong side of the fence. “Even at the goddamned Met they let you stand,” was his mantra.
And of all times for her water to break! Like a fire...

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