"This morning," he said, "when Ralph Houk told me I had made the club. I still have a minimum contract, and I don't have the job for sure yet—they have to cut two men by May 12. But after what I've had to do, and what I've seen my father do, what the hell is tough?"
So the Yankees might have to play Artie Lopez, professional. Other terrible things could happen. The left side of the infield could hit a composite .223. Maris, for all his neo-jollity, might produce only 26 home runs. Tresh, for all his potential, might hit only .246. There might not even be a 20-game winner on the pitching staff.
But those were the things that happened last year, and the Yankees won the pennant last year and were in the World Series until the very last inning of the seventh game, when they made Bob Gibson sweat like a horse for the final out.
They might not be as lucky this year, but what the hell. They're nicer guys, and they won't finish last.