The room was hot even at eight-thirty in the morning, betokening another steaming afternoon at Forbes Field. In the other bed Bob snorted and turned over. That boy, he can sleep all day and all night. Give him a chance and he’d just never wake up at all. It’s different when you’re running the team; when you’re the manager and responsible for things; when you’ve got everything on your neck. You wake up then fast enough. You wake up in the middle of the night and you can’t get back to sleep for thinking of this and that; or you wake up before daylight and lie there wondering who to pitch that day, or why you didn’t pull off the hit-and-run in an important moment the afternoon before. You go all over the things you must do, and think of all your problems. You got plenty of ’em, for you have twenty-four ballplayers and every single man is a problem and a new one. You get rid of one problem; you imagine you’re all set, and then bang! Up comes a different problem. A pitcher like this boy Hathaway who’s temperamental.
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