Casey Stengel could hardly be blamed if he suffered from a severe case of déjà vu last week. He saw baseballs popping out of gloves, skittering between legs, dropping to the ground after third strikes. He watched unearned runs prance home as errors appeared on the Scoreboard almost as often as hits. Casey might well have thought that he was reliving those burlesque days in the early '60s when he managed the infant New York Mets to three consecutive seasons in last place. But now Stengel was sitting in the stands. Not one but...
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