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I was playing baseball, and I tripped over first base - I'm very clumsy - and I fell and broke my wrist. That was pretty painful.

I was in Cuba in the winter of 1937. I was playing in Cuba, and I'm in the shower, and I slipped and caught myself with my right arm. I felt something pull right then. Then, in '38, when I came back, my arm was messed up.

In high school, I got smacked and kicked around. Two bloody noses. It was horrible.

I broke my finger in a stunt in a very not-too-romantic way. I was just trying to tackle someone, and I just flicked his forearm and then screamed in pain.

I was knocked out by a skateboarder when I was 11.

When I was 12, I snapped my arm in two. My wrist still has a funny bump because they didn't join it back together so great.

I could break bricks with my hands when I was 12.

I rolled myself up into a tight ball of resistance and it was thus that I went through my school years.