From the things he did on the field, I figured he was 6'4” and more than 200 pounds. I was really surprised. He looked so small compared to the way I pictured him. I had heard all about his great arm and I began to think that he didn't have a good arm. You know how Roberto is in spring training – he doesn't throw hard until maybe a week or two before the season opens. He used to just flip the ball and I used to say to myself, ‘What kind of arm is that?' Then one day Roberto made one of his throws... you know the kind. Boom – it goes from right field to home plate like a bullet. I became a believer after one throw.
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Roberto Clemente