Since 1931, when Cornelius McGillicuddy had his last pennant-winning wonder boys, the Philadelphia Athletics had been a consistent team: the most weak-kneed in the American League. The man the baseball writers once considered a genius came to be regarded as a quaint old character content with teams so cheap that they made a profit even when they finished in the cellar.
When the 1948 season began, Connie Mack had his usual collection of bargain-basement ballplayers. Last week, to every body's surprise, the A's were leading the league and going like crazy. Even Mr. Mack...
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