The owner of the Cleveland Indians dies and his ex-showgirl wife inherits the team. She hates Cleveland (well, who doesn’t?), and wants to move to Miami. But she can’t do it unless the team draws fewer than 800,000 fans. So she fires all the best players—not that Cleveland had any at that time—and hires a bunch of weirdos, rejects, retreads, and assorted losers. Naturally, they overcome every obstacle she throws in their way and beat the goddam Yankees to win the pennant. It’s a good script with a lot of laughs, but the romance between the two ex-lovers is strictly by the book and slows the action down.