The institution is as sacrosanct as sport itself. Yesterday's stars don their old numbers, puff through a token contest, then retire to ovations. The game is arthritic, to be sure, but the locker room—ah, that is where the real show is, awash with boozy nostalgia.
In professional baseball and college football, the ritual is called "Oldtimers' Day." In the movies, it is called There Was a Crooked Man. The combined age of the participants is Methuselahistic, and the plot is not much younger. For his game, Director Joseph Mankiewicz chose such veterans as Arthur...
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