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"Hey, what's going on here?" I'm saying to myself. "What's all this about 125th Street?"
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."
The conductor 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."
"No such thing. I figured the fans hadn't had a pennant winner in 21 years and they were entitled to see the players."