He later became a drug counselor, working with addicts, inmates and troubled youth. He was a husband, a brother, an uncle and a father. He played 10 major league seasons, won 138 games and was a key member of the 1976 New York Yankees. Charles Barkley with a touch of Ozzie Guillen. 'What happened to yesterday?'Д«etter question: What happened to Ellis? He was a 1970s sports icon, outspoken and controversial, loathed and adored. Meanwhile, Mitzi flipped through a newspaper. Around noon - maybe earlier - he took another dose of LSD. 'I'm as high as a Georgia pine,' he said. He showed up at the home of Mitzi, the girlfriend of an old childhood buddy, Al Rambo. Drove north to his hometown, Los Angeles. The club arrived on Thursday, an off day. The rest is a matter of memory, largely Ellis', imperfect and addled, culled from interviews, articles and books. The Pirates were in town to play the San Diego Padres, starting their first West Coast trip of the season. In the words of a teammate, 'not afraid of nothing.' He was 25 years old, a right-handed starter for the Pittsburgh Pirates, armed with a big curveball and a bigger mouth, a tall, chubby-faced kid who ran like a fawn. Two hours later, he would be standing on the mound at San Diego Stadium, throwing baseballs he couldn't always feel, in the general direction of batters he didn't always see, trying very, very hard not to fall over.

Six hours earlier, Ellis had been in Los Angeles, nursing a hangover, dazed and confused, enjoying what he thought was his day off. The perfect moment for the first and only known no-hitter in major league history pitched under the influence of lysergic acid diethylamide, thrown by the first and only player in major league history to inspire both a biography penned by a future American poet laureate and a seminal article in High Times. Three years after psychedelic Pied Piper Timothy Leary invited America to 'Turn on, tune in and drop out.' Four years before Richard Nixon's resignation marked an inglorious denouement to the counterculture era.

So yeah, maybe the words aren't verbatim. I got to pitch.' Decades later, Dock Ellis remembered it like this: sitting in a taxi outside the San Diego airport, running late for work, tripping on acid.

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