He was so good that he'd ask batters where they wanted it, just so they'd have a chance. He'd ask, "You want it high? You want it low? You want it right in the middle? Just say." People still couldn't get a hit against him. So I get up there and he says, "Hey T., how do you like it?" And I said, "It doesn't matter, just don't hurt me." When he wound up -- he had these big old feet -- all you could see was his shoe. I stood there shaking, but I got a hit. Right out over second base. Happiest moment in my life.