francis crick who deduced the double-helix structure of DNA was tripping at the time of his great insight.
and carl sagan was a pot smoker.
imagine if we’d locked these guys up instead, we’d be a lot poorer for it.

Over here, we (both men and women) say “i’m tripping off my tits”, or just “i’m off my tits”, if that’s any better..

2. I’m curious about how he felt batting (no DH, which came three years later and was in the AL anyway); I can see him ducking out of the way of imaginary pitches, or just standing there catatonic and taking 3 straight strikes with no swing,

3. It wasn’t a perfect game– he actually walked the bases loaded a few times.

@dculberson and nutbastard: Yes, if one knows how to handle oneself while on LSD, one can do some unusual or amazing things.
In the 80′s, I usually wound up being an impromptu chaperone for my group of friends while in public. I could always tell if things were getting out of hand, and would make sensible decisions about the group’s welfare. I think it was due to the LSD heightening my peripheral senses. I can totally see this effect working in Doc Ellis’ favor.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sEWJuDCxn70

Yeah, I stole that line from Steve Jobs, but it is true nonetheless.

http://espanol.video.yahoo.com/watch/3353971/9403697

This is a great story. A few more gems culled from Hall: The no-hitter almost never happened. Ellis had to leave his rental car in LA and catch a plane to make it back to San Diego. He barely made it, and actually missed the anthem. The first pitch didn’t even make it to the plate. Ellis was a little wild, hitting one batter and walking eight, but his fastball made up for it. Ellis said he was trying to stare down the batters, and sometimes released the ball while still staring them in the eye, which might explain some of the walks. The last pitch of the game was a curve for a strikeout “which particularly delighted Ellis”.

I wonder if there are any players of Dock Ellis’s stripe playing today? If a contemporary pitcher dove out of the way of a (perceived) line drive, which turned out to be a dribbler that didn’t even make it to the mound, would the manager even let him stay in the game?

We ended up saving the family of three who lived there, who had already been overcome by smoke when we broke into their house and dragged them out. The house burned down, all the paint peeled off their car and in all the neighborhood gossip, no one mentioned that they had been dragged out by strangers in the middle of the night until about three days later.

Also. It was the night before Easter and we had been joking about finding God.

(And yes. Baseball jargon and rules are hard to get into … much like cricket.)

I will skip telling my 11th grade bowling experience on acid, suffice to say I was invited to be on the team (lefty!)

Sure he had a hit! ON HIS TONGUE.

The song is Rufus Thomas, Do The Push and Pull:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6zvPHRZP8c

i’m reminded of chris rock on marion barry:

“now how you gonna tell little kids to not get high — when the mayor’s on crack?”