When a man can write seven-figure checks, he can buy a lot of dreams—wallpaper by Rembrandt, perhaps, or an island in the sun, or a whole line of chorus girls. Charles O. Finley, 45, bought a baseball team. A cigar-chewing Chicago insurance man who made $10 million at his trade, "Call Me Charlie" had dreamed of owning a big-league ball club ever since he was twelve and a batboy for the Birmingham Barons. He tried to buy the Detroit Tigers and the Chicago White Sox, failed each time, finally got his chance when...
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