All summer long National League ball fans were popping with pride and suspense. The race for the pennant was wide open. Cincinnati had the power to prop up its weak pitching; Milwaukee had just enough of everything to stay in front; the tired old champs from Brooklyn were still hanging on. Almost any game was worth watching; all was well with the world. New York was walking off with the American League pennant, and the man in the stands shouted his raucous, stylized defiance: "There are only two major leagues, the Yankees and us....
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