
The only thing I really remember about Al Smith was the famous photograph taken in Game 2 of the 1959 World Series. The one where Al gets doused with a cup of beer that was sitting on the fence. In all the excitement of the home run that the Dodgers hit, the cup was knocked over and the contents landed on Al's head.
That's good enough for me to cement Al's place in White Sox history. It, in a way, symbolized the 1959 World Series for Chicago at least. A cruel trick that started out fun, but left the White Sox cold and wet.
I always dreamed of a time, when I was a kid, where I would be old enough to buy an older baseball card and not have to count my nickels and dimes. That hasn't quite happened yet, but I'm getting closer every year. I still am counting my nickels and dimes. My pennies too. This card was won at auction for 99 cents. Not a bad eBay pick up.
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