"Just let me worry about the club," Joe McCarthy liked to say. He worried about it to such good effect that in 15 years the Yankees won eight American League pennants and seven world championships. But sometimes the owners had to worry about Joe. He was a chubby, jut-jawed fellow, quiet, a little distant, sometimes grumpy, the kind of manager who usually waited until next day, and the privacy of his office, to complain about a bonehead play.
Once or twice a season of late, depending on how he took care of himself, Joe McCarthy had something else to worry about: his...
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