We was in Sandusky, Ohio, and the boys decided to take me to this waterin' hole--Clem's or Ruby Grey's or something along those lines. Well, I'll be damned if they didn't shove a spout down my throat and just start pouring all kinds of fire down that chute.
I drank all kinds of drinks! Lou "Burns" McGinty was buying me shot after shot of some drink called "Devil's Spit," and ol' "Barnside" Raymond kept pourin' me somethin' called a "Tallahassee Water Spout," and Little Pete Windell had the barkeep make me a "Special Kentucky Kicker."
Lemme tell you somethin'--if a feller needed a light for his smoke, all I woulda had to do was blow on that smoke! I was breathin' fire! Oh, boy, was I ever!
Well, it was time to close up shop for that bar we was at--and on top of all that, we had ourselves a ball game against the Sandusky squad the next morning!
Well, sure enough, that next day, I was hungover like a skunk! I couldn't even walk straight! I looked like a real loony, I bet!
But sure enough--I hit two triples that day! Ran as hard as I ever did, too! There I was, drunk as all hell, and I was havin' one of the best games of my life!
That's why I tell the young players of today that a drink or three before a ball game--ain't always a bad thing!
