Bill Voiselle lumbered out from the bullpen last week like a shaggy, loose-jointed bear. On his back was a big "96," the name of his home town* in South Carolina. All he seemed to need was a coon dog jogging at his heels. With 24,174 pairs of eyes on him and the bases loaded with hostile Chicago Cubs, Big Bill began to pitch.
He put out the fire. He has a system: "Any time I'm in a hole, I got confidence in that fast ball." He doesn't trust curves, he says, because lots of times...
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