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As Soon As I Got Out There I Felt A Strange Relationship With The Pitcher's Mound. It Was As If I'd Been Born Out There. Pitching Just Felt Like The Most Natural Thing In The World. Striking Out Batters Was Easy.

What The Hell Has Hoover Got To Do With It? Besides, I Had A Better Year Than He Did.

The Curve And The Fast One Are Important; The Change Of Pace And The Other Trick Deliveries Are Great But They're Not Worth A Plugged Nickel Unless You Have Control To Go Along With Them. And By Control I Don't Mean The Ability To Put The Ball Over The Plate Somewhere Between The Shoulders And Knees. I Mean The Ability To Hit A Three-inch Target Nine Times Out Of Ten, The Sort Of Control That Lets You Put The Ball In The Exact Spot You Want It, And To Play A Corner To The Split Fraction Of An Inch.

To My Sick Little Pal. I Will Try To Knock You Another Homer, Maybe Two Today.

Read About Your Case Of Amnesia. Must Be A New Brand.