Shortly before noon, jug-eared Ewell Blackwell walked onto the turf at Chicago's Wrigley Field. It was an hour and a half before game time. He looked around, then strolled nonchalantly to the third-base dugout. Someone offered him a chew of tobacco and asked if he was nervous. The most talked-about pitcher of the year waved away the tobacco and said: "Naw, I don't get nervous any more. Last year I used to be nervous as a cat before a game, and then I found it made me wild in the early innings. So I...
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