Eyes fixed on the ground and thick arms hanging limp at his sides, he stepped from the mound and shuffled toward the shadowed dugout, looking for all the world like a dejected pitcher who had just been shelled out of a crucial game. Only when his teammates swarmed about to pat his back and the Independence Day crowd of 74,246 at Yankee Stadium* cut loose with a tumultuous roar did a faint grin flicker across the lips of Edward ("Whitey") Ford, the New York Yankees' crafty southpaw pitcher. Whitey Ford had just won his...
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