In the seventh inning of the crucial seventh game of the 1926 World Series, between the New York Yankees and the St. Louis Cardinals, a skinny Italian kid named Tony Lazzeri stood at the plate, wrapping and unwrapping his clammy hands around his quivering bat. The Yankees were one run behind, the bases were loaded, two men were out. Facing the Yankee rookie was wily old Pete Alexander, just called from the bullpen. With 38,000 pairs of eyes focused on him Rookie Lazzeri, trying desperately to live up to his reputation as a slugger,...
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