In Leo Durocher’s Nice Guys Finish Last, which I just finished tearing through this morning, Durocher concludes by bemoaning the state of the modern game. The gist: Players aren’t what they used to be, and managers no longer have the authority to tell them what to do. (Durocher’s highly entertaining and historically rich autobiography, often cited as among the best baseball books ever published, first came out in 1975, the same year this team card came to me via a pair of scissors and some cardboard packaging for a product whose identity is lost to me now. Was it the back of a cereal box? That’s my guess, but I can’t be sure.) Read the rest of this entry ?