Through a dismal midnight drizzle, the chartered DC-6B taxied toward the terminal building at Philadelphia's International Airport, with its cargo of the worst baseball team in the big leagues. The Philadelphia Phillies had just won a game. But the lonesome victory meant nothing, coming, as it did, at the end of the longest losing streak in modern baseball history (23 games). Through a rainfogged cabin window, Phillie Pitcher Frank Sullivan peered apprehensively out at the ramp, where a crowd of 250 damp Philadelphians stood like a lynch mob. "Get off the plane at one-minute intervals," Sullivan advised his mates, only...
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