Saw Gibson pitch twice at old Busch Stadium when I was a teenager. Had seats with the family about 20 rows up right behind the 3rd base dugout. He pitched quicker than any other major leaguer of his day. Get the throw back from the McCarver, scratch the dirt a time or two like a stud bull, step on the rubber, get the sign, nod once, stand up and go into the windup. I loved it. He was so freaking fierce on the mound. And by the way, from my vantage point, when he threw the high hard one, I saw the ball in his hand at the point of release and heard the pop when it hit the catcher's mitt. I could not see the ball anywhere in between.
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