And then after that, running around the bases, it was just one of those things. You couldn't believe what happened to you. And I look back on it, it's almost like it happened to somebody else.
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After I hit a home run I had a habit of running the bases with my head down. I figured the pitcher already felt bad enough without me showing him up rounding the bases.
When I looked at the third base coach, he turned his back on me.
People say I stole a lot of bases. I stole the bases for a reason. I crossed the plate.
Then suddenly something just kicked me. I kind of woke up and realised that I was in a different atmosphere than you normally are. My immediate reaction was to back off, slow down.
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.
Probably the best thing that happened to me was going nuts. Nobody knew who I was until that happened.
Well, anything can happen and it happened to me. I learned everybody has a story.
I had only one superstition. I made sure to touch all the bases when I hit a home run.
I sort of missed one big thing, to touch first base. I hope I didn't act foolish, but this is history.
Nobody talked about my defense or that I used to steal bases, too.
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