I didn't see anything but the very end of his career (when he was still HIGHLY feared at the plate. But nowhere else--the epitome of 'nice guy'.)
Anyway, it's late one summer afternoon and the Cubs and Cards are locked in a slugfest at Wrigley. The shadows are falling. It's maybe the seventh or eighth and the Cards have men on first and second with (I think) one out. The Cubs reliever hurls a high hard one and Musial swings. The ball sails over the catcher's glove and to the backstop. Judging the ball as a foul tip, the umpire quickly throws a new ball out to the pitcher. But the catcher, sensing no contact, races to the backstop and picks up the first ball...which he rifles to second to try to get the confused back runner advancing on the 'passed ball'. But was it?
The pitcher fires his ball to third attempting to nail the runner who's stupidly run off second on what the pitcher believed to be a dead ball.
Two balls being thrown around the infield at the same time. You can imagine.
I can't even remember how it ended I was laughing and screaming so loudly at the TV.
Only in baseball...