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My name is Baseball Bill, and I’m an addict. I’m going to talk about what my life was like when I was on top of the world, what happened to bring me into therapy, and what it’s like to be in recovery today.

As you will see, my life may have been a mess, but it was never boring.

Being Tom Seaver was easy. Being Bill Denehy? Not so easy.

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I GOT HIGH FOR THE FIRST TIME

“What’s the bad news?” my mother asked.

“I had sixteen cavities.”

“What’s the good news?”

“I didn’t feel a thing.”

The dentist had given me laughing gas, and I spent the whole time floating up near his ceiling and doing loop-de-loops in and around the dentist’s chair, so there was no pain, and I really enjoyed it.

At age twelve I was an altar boy, and one of the benefits of the job was access to the wine that was supposed to be offered to Jesus. I noticed the friendliness of our three parish priests after they drank all His wine. The monsignor and one of the priests only took sips, but the second priest would drink the wine down to the bottom of the cup. I wanted to feel like the second priest. So, at the end of each mass, instead of pouring the wine out, I would drink it. I would drink all of it.