Bland, party-lining reminiscences from a ranking member of professional baseball's establishment. Now in retirement, MacPhail looks back in languor on an eventful, 40-year career in the national pastime. The author's father gave him a start in the Dodger organization in the 1942 season. With time out for WW II service in the US Navy, MacPhail (who turns 72 in October) worked steadily in the diamond game's front offices until year-end 1985, when he stepped down as head of the Hayer Relations Committee. In the interim, the author plied his trade with the Baltimore Orioles, New York Yankees, and other teams; he was also, for nine years, president of the American League. MacPhail's tenure spanned a convulsive era during which major-league baseball expanded as well as evolved, becoming a multinational enterprise forced to compete aggressively for its share of the public's entertainment dollar. In the process, owners proved quick studies on the fine art of franchise shifts, while their sometime serfs--the players--reaped the megabuck rewards of free agency and, in some unfortunate cases, discovered the dubious joys of controlled substances. While the author provides a wealth of trivial detail on this turbulent period, he conveys precious little of its drama or tumult. Nor is there much in the way of new or old anecdotal material on the game's more colorful characters. Apart from his obvious reluctance to settle old scores with George Steinbrenner, Marvin Miller, and other adversaries, MacPhail seems bent on accentuating only the positive aspects of the sport he loves. Most fans will want a rain check. The drab text has 28 photographs (not seen).