Word: pitchs
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...homer! It's a homer!" Mudcat yelled, dancing gleefully around the bases and broad jumping the last 10 ft. to the plate. Newsmen wanted to know what kind of pitch he had hit. Grant grinned. "It was the best pitch I ever saw. A curve that dropped a foot. And I hit it into the teeth of a gale...
...never had a burning ambition to be a baseball player. If I had, I might have realized sooner just how much work was involved." In 1961 Sandy knuckled down. From Dodger Coach Joe Becker, he learned to keep his right shoulder "open"-away from the direction of the pitch, to rock forward with each pitch, to hide his left hand in his glove to avoid exposing the ball while he was winding up. That seemed to be all there was to it. Practically overnight, Koufax became the best pitcher in baseball...
...Beard & a Fastball. Maybe it was too easy, too fast. By last week Koufax could not even get excited over the double challenge of pitching the deciding game of the World Series with only two days of rest. "I'll volunteer," he said, "if I get asked." Naturally , he got asked. It was supposed to be Don Drysdale's turn to pitch. Drysdale was a 23-game winner during the season; he had won a Series game, and he was rested. But when the game started, there was Koufax out on the mound. At the start, his curve...
...fourth on Lou Johnson's homer, a double by Ron Fairly and a single by Wes Parker. Koufax needed only one. Relying almost exclusively on his fastball ("It got so I just told Johnny Roseboro 'no' every time he called for the curve"), he burned pitch after pitch over the corners of the plate...
...ninth. With one out, Killebrew slapped a single to left. It was the third hit off Sandy all day and the last. Earl Battey looked at a called third strike, and up came Bob Allison, a dangerous hitter. "He was the tying run," Koufax said later, "so no pitch I threw him got any more than an inch of the plate." The count went to two and two. Rearing back, Koufax threw. Allison swung. Pop! The ball slammed into Catcher Roseboro's mitt. In the locker room, world champions for the third time in seven years, richer...