I consider myself as one of the most remarkable baseball players ever. I was born on March 29, 1867 in
on May 2, 1904, Philadelphia Athletics pitcher Rube Waddell taunted me to face him so that he could repeat his performance against me. Three days later, I pitched a perfect game against Waddell and the Athletics. It was the first perfect game in American League history Waddell was the 27th and last batter, and when he flied out, I shouted, "How do you like that, you hayseed?" Waddell had picked an inauspicious time to issue his challenge. My perfect game was the centerpiece of a pitching streak. I set major league records for the most consecutive scoreless innings pitched and the most consecutive innings without allowing a hit; the latter record still stands at 24.1 innings, or 73 hitless batters. Even after allowing a hit, my scoreless streak reached a record 45 shutout innings. Before me, only two pitchers had thrown perfect games. My perfect game was the first under the modern rules established in 1893. Those highlights were the middle of my career, and they astound me even today. Boston
practicing at an early age, I wanted to be the best I could be. That’s why I never practice or warm up when I’m about to be called up to the mound. I know what I have to do, and I know how to do it well. It’s not that I’m trying to be full of myself, but I just go out, pitch, and win games. That is where I guess my life’s true calling is: the mound. Therefore my genius isn’t in how I throw the ball or the technique I use, it is in my state of mind that I become the best.
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