When did you think you belonged in the big leagues?
It probably came at some point in the middle of my first year when I truly starting believing that I belonged in the Big Leagues. When I think about it more it was probably the All Star Game in 1967 in Anaheim and I came in to pitch at the bottom of the 15th inning in a 2-1 game and when I got to the mound, which really for the first time I realized was my office, I said to myself, “I can do this”. I can pitch and be successful and I’ve earned that right to pitch again the Carl Yastrzemski’s of the world. Albeit I walked him on purpose in a one run game! I guess from a military standpoint, I had won my stripes.
What Mets fans talk about when not talking about the actual games.
