From the very start, it was apparent that he had “everything.” Never had he been in finer form. Brain and muscle worked in perfect unison. Every ball he pitched had a reason behind it. He knew the weaknesses of every batter, and played upon them. The man who was death on low balls got a high one, and _vice versa_. His speed, his change of pace, his curve, his fadeaway, his hop, his control--all of these obeyed him as though under the spell of a magician. If ever a man made a ball “talk,” Joe did that day.