The owner of the Boston Red Sox, big-game-hunting Tom Yawkey, looked up last week at the stuffed head of a bull moose which hangs on his office wall and mused: he might be "playing center field for [us] before the season is over. . . .
But with three weeks of balmy northern training weather under their sliding pads, few big-league clubs were in Yawkey's state of mind. Fewer irreplaceables had been lost to the services than anyone dared hope last winter. For managers as well as fans, hits and fast balls had cut clean through the gloom, even if there was...
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