"I met Marvin Miller a few years ago. He was well into his nineties then, living in a high-rise on the Upper East Side. He was a slight man with a wispy moustache and a limited use of one arm. He was easy to underestimate—until he opened his mouth, and told you in full, unreconstructed Brooklynese, the way he saw things and the way you were going to see things, too."