Sportswriters were wiring home 6,000,000 words a week from the Florida and California baseball training camps. But all the words they wrote could be summed up in two: job jitters. Nobody felt safe, and everybody hustled.
It was baseball's first real spring training spree since 1942, and never had so many been after so few jobs. The sun-brown Florida shopkeepers and orange pickers who watch Grapefruit League exhibition games nodded sagely: it looked like a good season.
In the old days, if a player got his sweat shirt damp by working too hard,...
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