FIFTY YEARS AGO , on one of the final days of spring training, Henry Aaron was struck in the head by a baseball at West Palm Beach...

IN A FRIENDSHIP spanning five decades, you’d think you know just about all there is to know about someone. That’s how I felt about Joe...

THE NAME FLUNG from the ballpark's public-address system like a hanging curveball. "Now batting, the center fielder … Fidel Castro.” On a...