One day this week, a couple of National League ball clubs will probably play the big game, the one that will wrap up the pennant. For the Brooklyn Dodgers, that final accounting, however it adds up, could seem like just another statistic. The Dodgers have played their big game. They played it as they should have, at home on Sept. 19, against the molting St. Louis Cardinals. The hero, as he should have been, was a lantern-jawed, beetle-browed pitcher named Don Newcombe.
For one wonderful afternoon, at a time when the Dodgers seemed determined to outbungle the opposition and give away the...
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