"We were in the Polo Grounds. It was before the ball game. We worked out, infield was over, we were waiting to go back onto the field for the game. Quite a few of us were lined up shaving. I was one of them.
And he came in, raising holy hell. He said 'Everybody's getting ready to go out and party tonight, but we've got a ballgame to play. No more shaving in the clubhouse from now on.' No one could shave in the clubhouse before or after the ball game? Why? We didn't know. But that was one of his rules."
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