That's a monkey off my back. That's what I wanted to do, get one hit at least and get myself in a groove, and hopefully I won't be as nervous when I get another at-bat.
He'd get mad, because he knew I was about to quit, ... And he'd hit me a couple of times, and we'd get into it. He used to try to make me cry. That was his favorite thing to do. Usually I'd go after him, and then I'd start running.