His first pitch came in tight. I jumped back and my helmet flew off. There was this tremendous ringing noise. I couldn't stand it. Just a loud shriek all over me. I was trying to find some place in my mouth where I could get air through, but I couldn't breathe. I kept saying to myself, "Oh, God, let me breathe." I didn't think about my future in baseball. I just wanted to stay alive.
Thus did Boston Red Sox Outfielder Tony Conigliaro describe that terrible night of Aug. 18, 1967, when a ball thrown by California Angels Pitcher Jack Hamilton...
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