Casey Stengel was floating on a fleecy cloud. In his managerial cubbyhole at Yankee Stadium, Casey reclined dreamily upon a sofa, his short, crooked legs crossed, his gnarled hands clasped behind his head. "Best ball club I ever had," he kept repeating softly, as though he liked the sound of the words. Last week, at the season's halfway mark, his New York Yankees were leading the American League by six games.
Connie Mack's hustling Philadelphia A's kept pecking away at the win bag, but never seemed quite able to beat the Yankees when it counted...
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