going on here?" I'm saying to myself. "What's all this about 125th
I got hold of the
conductor and he told me that it was true. We were going to be making a
preliminary stop at 125th Street. "Oh no we're not," I said. "You
tell them to go right on through to Grand Central."
didn't tell me that John McDonald had gotten a wire from Larry MacPhail
ordering him to stop the train at 125th Street. McDonald didn't say a word
about any wire to me, either. MacPhail was waiting to board the train, but I
didn't know that. When we hit 125th Street we were going at a good clip, and
Mr. MacPhail was left standing there with his coat just waving in the breeze as
we sped by.
It took us a good
two hours to get away from Grand Central, and somewhere underneath all this
excitement I was thinking, "Where's MacPhail? All these cameras and no
MacPhail? That's not the Larry MacPhail I know."
There was another
crowd waiting in the lobby of the New Yorker, and as Medwick and I were trying
to get through, the word was passed to me that the newsreel cameras were
waiting upstairs in one of the club's suites. It seemed that they wanted to
take some pictures of me before I shaved. When we got to the elevator, who did
we find standing there but Larry MacPhail. Redder than a beet and breathing
heavily. He didn't say hello, goodby or congratulations. Just a red, red face
and breathing hard and not looking at anybody or anything.
Didn't say a word
to me in the suite, either. Not until the cameras were being taken away. "I
want to see you," he said, and then pointing to McDonald, "and you.
Come with me, both of you."
The three of us
went into the bedroom and he closed the door and we were sitting in a tight
little threesome. "Why didn't you have the train stopped at 125th Street as
I ordered in my wire?" he asked McDonald.
That was the
first I heard about the wire. Before John could answer I told Larry exactly
what happened, and all the time I was talking he just sat there and glared at
me. "You're not satisfied being the manager of this club," he said.
"You want to be president."
thing. I figured the fans hadn't had a pennant winner in 21 years and they were
entitled to see the players."