By then we were all so shocked and angered by Short's retreat from our earlier oral agreement that we did not even laugh at the Philadelphia ploy. We simply rejected it.
And there we sat. The decision was up to me. Short said that he would pay me "around $100,000" for the season. Justice Goldberg suggested $110,000. Short grabbed it. And then he assured me that he would abide by all the provisions that Kuhn had forced him to eliminate from the written agreement.
"I promise you that I won't trade you," he said. "And I guarantee you the full year's pay no matter what happens. And at the end of the year, if we don't agree on terms for the following season, I'll make you a free agent so that you can work out a deal with another club. But I can't put any of this in writing. And if anybody says that I agreed to such an arrangement, I'll deny it."
He also promised to help me straighten out my financial affairs, and spoke of giving me a job during the off season.
I returned to my room and took stock. On the positive side:
1. Nobody could justly accuse me of selling out my principles for money. I was not dropping my case against the owners. I would continue to pursue it until a resolution was reached.
2. Apparently my playing would not prejudice the courts against our appeal.
3. The $110,000 salary would help me get back on an even keel.
4. Short had offered me a job in the Florida Instructional League beginning in November. I could get into decent shape before spring training began.
On the other hand: