After a few beers, I was starting to feel full of myself with this big beautiful woman on my arm. People stared at us as we walked out of the track to her car. Dotty drove me straight to her house, no coy coquette was she, and took me upstairs to her bedroom, at which point I was no longer so sure of myself. It was the first time I was ever in bed with a woman and the first time I ever saw a woman naked. But I guess I did all right. Sex was like baseball. You didn’t have to think too much. You just did it, which maybe would have helped me in my career if I’d had the same attitude toward pitching that I had that night toward having sex with Dotty Johnson in her bed.
— The Pain and Pleasure of Spring, by Pat Jordan