Bill Bevens was hurting. Somewhere during that fourth game of the 1947 World Series, his pitching arm had started to hurt. It had never given him any trouble before, and he was conscientious about keeping it in shape. He worked an offseason job in a cannery back in Oregon that helped build muscle, and refereed basketball games to keep his legs strong. And he threw every day. “You cannot expect your arm to be strong if you do not exercise it,” he once said.