For all but a few, September is baseball's crudest month. Batting averages will go little higher, earned-run averages scarcely lower; the season's dashed hopes are about to be engraved forever in the record books. The failures of this year have yet to be transmuted into "Wait 'til next year." But in Cincinnati, Philadelphia, New York and, after a sinking spell, Kansas City, September had its joys. Division flags were flying. The Big Red Machine still hummed, the Phillies survived themselves, the Yankees were back on top with Billy Martin, the Royals edged into...
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