Rube Waddell was drunk -- not that that condition was all that unusual for the great lefty fireballer -- when he insisted to his teammates that he could fly. Stepping out of his hotel window with his arms flapping, he found himself waking up the next day in a hospital.
When one of his teammates explained how Rube had wound up there, Waddell was indignant. "I coulda been killed! Why didn't you stop me?"
"What?" replied his buddy. "And lose the hundred I had bet on you?"
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