BOBBY MURCER: BRIDGE OVER THE YANKEE GENERATIONS
WHEN the telephone rang one recent afternoon at Bobby Murcer's home, Kay Murcer chatted amiably with one of her husband's former teammates. Their 12-year-old son listened on an upstairs extension. After Mrs. Murcer hung up, Todd barrelled down the stairs and asked incredulously: ''Was that really Roger Maris?'' Mrs. Murcer was taken aback. Her husband and Maris last played together for the Yankees in 1966, four years before Todd was born. ''He keeps forgetting that Bobby knows those guys,'' Mrs. Murcer said, ''because it's hard to believe he played with them and he's still playing. I guess it jarred all our memories.'' The Murcers' memories are rich and deep, stretching through an 18-year career, including 14 1/2 years in the Yankee organization. He began in the Yankee farm system in 1964, the year the dynasty that was Mickey Mantle, Roger Maris and the rest played in its last World Series. Bobby Murcer was a wide-eyed 18-year-old then, courting his childhood sweetheart from Oklahoma and polishing his skills in the Appalachian League.

