From his small-town boyhood in the South to that glorious October afternoon in 1969 when he cut off Baltimore Oriole Dave Johnson's drive it end the World Series in triumph for the "Amazin'" Mets – here is the candid biography of Cleon Jones.
From Robert M. Lipsyte's New York Times review:
"In 1859, according to Cleon Jones, the war-like Dahomeyans of West Africa overwhelmed the peaceable, farming Tarkars and sold them into slavery. The Tarkars arrived in the last-known shipload of slaves from Africa to the United States and were shuffled among plantations and hidden in the forests north of Mobile, Ala., to avoid seizure by Federal troops. Their owner, Timothy Meagher, was tried for slave trading but found not guilty, for lack of evidence. The Tarkars were eventually settled in what is now Plateau, Ala., and Meagher grew old complaining that he had lost $100,000, which prompts Cleonto write: “That just breaks me up, you know. I wonder how he would feel if he knew that part of his $100,000 wound up helping the New York Mets win a World Series.” The book is called “Cleon,” written with Ed Hershey of Newsday. It never quite reaches such lofty heights of historical perspective again, but it is interesting throughout … Cleon is a traditional sports biography: The hero enumerates in the writer’s words and cadences, the accidents and the people who made him what he is today. Such books, when they are as well-crafted and alertly intelligent as this one, are valuable additions to school libraries, appreciated gifts for youngsters and no chore for an adult sports fan to read. Hershey has found a good mix. The sense of life in a semirural ghetto is suggested; and there are some solid pages about batting; the statistical appendix includes several of Jones’ wife’s “soul food” recipes; and there are some aspersions cast on Wes Westrum, a question of Gil Hodges’ “class” in embarrassing Cleon by yanking him out of the Shea Stadium outfield; and blissfully little of the coy inside dope that lets us know that Tom Seaver was the Mets’ best bench jockey and adds, “You wouldn’t believe some of the things that clean-cut All-American boy said when there was about $20,000 a man on the line.”