I could hit the damn ball. No matter who was throwing. Or where the ball was. I left the bench swinging. I didn’t get many walks.
The Capone era. That was my time. Capone was a big baseball fan. He’d walk into the ballpark like the president walking in today, with bodyguards all around him.
When I started in professional baseball, I had what you might call a rude awakening. See this scar right next to my left ear? That’s where the pitcher hit me the very first time I came to bat as a pro. I was out cold for about 10 minutes.