For those of you curious about Johnny Damon's book, but who don't want to wade through 250 pages of ghostwritten wretchedness, I have selflessly braved the wilds of suffocating egotism to mine the worthwhile portions of Johnny's book for your perusal.
On his high school years:
When I was 13, I was playing in the senior division with kids 13 to 15, but a bunch of my brother's friends, my friends too, were in the 16 to 18 division. They were scheduled to play a game in Deland and they only had eight players, and they went around the neighborhood looking for a couple more guys to play. I told them I'd play, even if I wasn't old enough.
"Just tell them you're James." My brother was playing baseball in high school at the time. These guys either lacked the skills or the grades to make the high school team.
We rolled into Deland, a hotbed for the Ku Klux Klan, from what I've heard...I went 3 for 3, and then the game was cut short by a big brawl. We were winning, they were getting mad, and one of their players slid hard into my friend Chuck Shea, the second baseman, and Chuck just cold-cocked the guy, and here we go. Somehow we got to the car and drove back to Orlando without anyone getting arrested.