One day there were two out in the ninth, and I hit a pop fly so high that the fans got tired of waiting for it to come down. So they all went home and listened to it drop by turning on the radio.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
It was amazing to me that, all of a sudden, I was hearing my music on the radio and coming out of cars.
It was the fans sharing my music around that started it all for me.
I was listening to all those lyrics and trying to take in everything that was happening. I was completely excited. It was one of the greatest times that I had listening to music.
Of course, the wind sort of swept up and the music was flying around in mid air and they were trying to play off it. You had to be there. It was quite funny.
I didn't do this by myself, man. It was so many people, so many fans that came in there and cheered for me, night in and night out.
I can remember standing in the middle of the field after the race and seeing the American flag raised and hearing 'The Star Spangled Banner' and all the people singing it. Then I walked off the field and just kind of enjoyed the feeling.
They had the music being piped right out on the street. I'd be three or four blocks from there and I couldn't get there fast enough because I'd hear old Joe holler them words.
It was kind of exciting being on the radio. Not everybody was on the radio.
I had lots of breaks. I guess the one that got my foot in the door was singing the National Anthem at the National Finals Rodeo in Oklahoma City in '74.
When I first came out with my fans and the wind hit me, I almost took off.