At another time, in another place, the jittery man in the grey flannel, red-trimmed suit might have been carted off to the booby hatch. He jerked, jiggled, tugged at his cap. He scratched and spat. In front of 61,207 at Yankee Stadium, and 40 million more on TV, he shuddered through two hours of spasms. But no one who watched the Yankees and the Braves in the last game of the World Series last week worried about the sanity of Selva Lewis Burdette Jr., 30. Throwing a sneaky assortment of curves, sinkers and screwballs,...
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