The curious tale of the pitchers in the night-time. In July 1972, a New York Post sports writer called Maury Allen threw a dinner party at his place in Dobbs Ferry and, because it was a very different era, some of his friends who played for the Yankees came. Cold beers were quaffed. Burgers consumed. Summer fare.
Marilyn Peterson and Fritz Peterson with their children, Eric and Greg, at Yankee Stadium in the Bronx in 1971. Photograph: Louis Requena/MLB via Getty Images Others were more evolved about the whole business. One colleague in the locker room felt what they were doing was “a now thing”. The Yankees’ manager, knowing he had to work with both players going forward, did his best to support them.“It doesn’t bother me what effect it might have other than on their pitching,” said Ralph Houk, a second World War veteran. “Their personal lives are their own business. They live their own lives and they’ve got a lot of years to live.