When he returned from the battlefields of World War II to the sandlots of Atlanta, the pitch that put William “Bill” Greason in a different kind of uniform and served him well as a Cardinals trailblazer was his curve. He threw it overhand, playing it off a firm fastball. Like a waterfall, its cascade was so steep that he described it last week as a true, plunging “downer.”
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