World Series (2011)
“A small crowd immediately collected on the sidewalk, making an open path through which the players had to pass into the lobby. It was a home-town crowd and therefore apathetic because they were waiting for their heroes, the Indians. The Kid heard one or two remark in disappointed tones, “It’s only the Dodgers.” A few picked out Razzle, conspicuously elegant in his green suit, and big Babe Stansworth with his thumb bound up in plaster and tape.
The lobby was jammed as usual. He went to the newsstand, bought several papers, and took the elevator to his room, listening to the comments in the crowded car. “Yeah, they’re all washed up now.” “The National League never was a first class league, not since...” “Why, Leonard had horseshoes to win the pennant with that bunch of boys.” He stopped at his floor, glad to escape. Harry Street with whom he roomed on the road was already there counting his laundry.
“Nuts! They didn’t send back my blue shirt.” He picked up the telephone.
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