Never tell a baseball fan that money cannot buy sappiness. By the time two of the game's richest teams and its most eccentric owner were through with what is already in the record books as the Tuesday Night Massacre, the only question was who was making a sap of whom.
The sequence of events began to unfold at an appropriate venue, DiMaggio's restaurant (Joe and Dom own small interests) on Fisherman's Wharf in San Francisco, where Dick O'Connell, the general manager of the Boston Red Sox, got a message to telephone Charlie Finley, the...
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