Thus, the Braves had a 4-1 lead with two out in the ninth and the bases empty. Then Berra rang a single into right field, and Gil McDougald, not trying to pull the ball on Spahn, pushed another single into right. Howard ran the count to three balls and one strike. He took a fast ball down the middle for strike two. Then Spahn aimed at the outside corner, but his aim was off and the pitch came in a little on the inside and nearly belt-high. Howard swung and hit a three-run homer over the left-field fence that tied the score and turned 670,000 Milwaukee stomachs into hard little lumps.
It was bad enough then, but in the first half of the 10th it got a little worse. Spahn gave up another run when Hank Bauer tripled deep to left center. The Yankees, the intolerable Yankees, were ahead. Milwaukee was utterly crushed.
And then, suddenly, everything brightened. Nippy Jones, pinch-hitting, was hit on the shoe polish by a pitch. Casey Stengel came out to change pitchers and was lustily booed. Red Schoendienst, holding his bat as lightly as a fly rod, cast a perfect sacrifice bunt. Casey came out again, this time to put in a substitute for the sore-armed Mickey Mantle. He was booed again. Things were getting brighter by the boo boo. Johnny Logan pulled a double into the left-field corner to score the tying run. And Eddie Mathews lifted a home run into the right-field bleachers to win the game. Bratwurst stock rallied strongly, as 670,000 Milwaukee stomachs relaxed. Sal Maglie, the Yankee fan, was impressed this day by the Braves.
They played great ball. Logan did a wonderful job. Logan and Red, the whole infield. I never saw their infield look so good. They were alive. The whole team was alive. I never thought they'd come back and score in the 10th.
Mathews was a different hitter today. Remember when he swung at that first ball in the first inning? He'd made his mind up that he was going to be swinging today. In the fourth I thought to myself, I hope Sturdivant doesn't lay that first pitch in there because he's ready to swing. And, poppo! There urns that double. And Aaron wasn't fishing today. Off Kucks he took four straight pitches just outside. And he took a change-of-pace strike. He was waiting for his pitch today.
Spahn pitched a good game. He tried to keep everything outside, just come low inside once in a while. I thought he was still strong in those late innings. He had to come in to Howard. He put a called strike down the middle on the three-one count. He had to come over the plate again. He had no choice. He had to make Howard hit. If he walked him he was putting the tying run on base.
It was a rough game for the Yanks to lose, but it was a hell of a ball game, wasn't it?
But it was no better than the one the next day, Monday. Milwaukee's great Renaissance burgeoned on the wings of a civilized ball game of high skill. Gone were the extravagant deeds and outlandish drama. Instead, the Braves defeated the Yankees 1-0 in a game so neat and taut and clean that it excited everyone's admiration. Sal Maglie said it was the best game of the Series. Whitey Ford of the Yankees pitched with singular brilliance, walking only one man and allowing six hits.
Three of those hits were scratched into the scorebooks in the sixth. Fate decreed that Mathews would beat out a hopper and that Aaron's fly would fall safely. Then Adcock pushed a hit to right off a good pitch in on his wrists and the Braves had the run that defeated Whitey Ford.
Ford's pitching was actually superior to that of his victorious opponent, Lew Burdette, but what Burdette lacked in sheer style and finesse he made up for in heart, fire and a hero's luck. Maglie praised Burdette: