¶ Boston's Theodore Samuel Williams was still suffering from a painful case of rabbit ears. Booed for muffing an easy fly ball in a game with the Yankees, Outfielder Williams did a slow burn. By the time he made a game-saving catch, even the cheers sounded like jeers to Terrible-Tempered Ted. His neck swelled, his eyes bulged, his blood pressure soared, and he popped off in a reaction which had been puzzling dugout scientists for weeks: turning to the crowd, he began to spit like an alley cat. The Red Sox's General Manager Joe Cronin made a hasty diagnosis, this time...
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