The A's make much of their longing to be recognized as champions in the dignified tradition of the old Yankees. The "clubhouse capers," as Jackson calls them, serve only to detract from the image of respectability they supposedly seek. In truth they rather like themselves for what they are, and in that one bizarre moment, at least, Dark, the accused Finley flunky, the goody-two-shoes, the conservative among radicals, became, perhaps for the first time, one of them.
Sitting in quiet amusement by his locker, North entreated visitors not to regard the A's as zanies. "Why, we may be the sanest team in baseball," he said with apparent sincerity. Then he laughed hard at such a crazy notion.