I once read this story...I can't really verify it, but it's quite telling. And, quite hilarious.
One morning, the power washers were doing the clubhouse structure, in dead center in the Polo Grounds. The Giants were scheduled for an afternoon game. Now, Horace's office was there, too. As the power washers were doing their thing, Horace woke up groggy and headachy from his usual bottlesports of the previous evening. He looked out the window, and saw a torrential downpour before him. He gets on the phone, and calls some Chub Feeney/Eddie Brannick type individual in the club hierarchy, and tells him to cancel the afternoon game. It's pouring.
"Huh? What are you talking about? The sun's-"
"Don't argue with me. Cancel the game."
So, the Giants had a rainout that day...in the midst of bright summer sunshine...
"Horace can drink," said Leo, "like Sinatra can sing."
I believe that this happened. It certainly fits. It tells me all I need to know about Horace Stoneham. When I think of
savviness, Rickey automatically comes to mind. So does George Weiss

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