On the recordJune 6, 1996
I grew up in a little town of 2,133 folks in Shelbina, MO. To tell you how bad I was in baseball, we did not even have a baseball diamond at the school. We had to go to the fairground to play. At that fairground, to show you how bad in baseball I was, I was sitting on the bench during practice, and we did not have too many people to pick from in Shelbina, MO to play, but we had to field two teams for practice. I remember walking up to the coach, taking my baseball glove. I looked at the coach and I was mad because I was not out there playing, and I threw my glove and I hit the coach right in the chest and I said, 'I quit.' I walked all the way through the length of Shelbina, which took about 30 seconds, and walked into my house. My dad said, 'Randy, what are you doing?' I said, 'Coach won't let me play.' I said, 'I quit.' That was the wrong thing to tell my dad.
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