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“Good idea,” Clyde said. “I have to take a piss too. I’ll show you how to do it.”

“You guys thought we were going to stop,” he said in a loud voice. “We’re not going to stop.” He was laughing when he said it. Then he said, “We can’t afford to stop the bus. We have to get to the game.”

“So how do we do it?” I asked.

Clyde walked down the two steps leading to the door of the bus and had the driver crack the door open, and he peed out the opening as we traveled down the highway.

“That’s how you do it,” Clyde said. And when any of us had to pee, we did the same thing. I often wondered what the cars traveling behind us must have thought when streams of urine splashed across their windshields.

Under Clyde’s supportive tutelage, I finished the year at Auburn with a thirteen-win-and nine-loss record. It was a great learning experience. I pitched in the rotation on a regular basis. Clyde let me pitch. I pitched well even in the losses, most of which were close games.

Against Jamestown I was pitching a perfect game going into the bottom of the sixth inning. The opposing pitcher was up, and I ran up a three-ball-and-no-strike count. Clyde called time and came to the mound.