Sometimes, we never get to say goodbye, never quite show how we feel or tie up all the loose ends. But, with Ted Williams, thank heaven, it was different at the end. Three years ago at the All-Star Game, when he was 80 and weakened by strokes, but still mentally sharp, baseball finally digested and sorted all its complex feelings about The Splendid Splinter. The fame and the feuds, the .406 season and the fierce, aloof individualism, the feats as a fighter pilot in two wars and the failures as a manager, all of them came together. And baseball decided...