John DeMille's style on the playing field (1930's) consisted of the spitball, later to be banned, and all the combinations he had worked on to stop a batter cold. He was known most for his curve ball. A great pitcher practices consistently to be the best he can be. Occasionally he'll reap a reward like a no hitter or a high strike out game. Many times, John on the field, when all was crucial, would take a small comb out of his pocket, swipe his hair back once, position his cap back and continue pitching. To some, such a gesture might seem overconfident, simply too laid back. A few declared, "It's outright cocky." However, his teammates, the supporters on the bleachers and those that knew him best, loved him all the more. Chip interrupted, lightening up a little, then declared, "I've spent more time at that city park than you ever have. Bout all I've ever run into is herds of kindergarten kids " John chuckled before concluding his story: "Suddenly Chip, I was distracted from my thoughts. A very attractive young lady just ahead of me was in trouble. At first it appeared as if she was trying to get out of a hole she'd stepped in. Then I noticed a high heel had broken from her shoe. Whatever? I knew for sure something needed to happen quickly before she fell I raced to her Fastest I've ever moved I swooped her up " John continued on. "Kept her out of harms way, you know " The timing of it all was not as startling as another discovery "The lady fit better in my arms than anyone ever had " Then she turned her face toward mine in a grateful manner and looked directly into my eyes... It was then that I knew, Chip, "The girl fit better still in my heart "