During the '84 Midwest Semis, he formally called a line judge on an Eastern Gray Squirrel that sat on the baseline. He insisted the rodent had 'active court presence' and was clearly tipping off his opponent's serve directions with tail twitches.
Local folklore insists his flat-out 120mph topspin serve generated enough thermal friction to trigger isolated rain showers across three adjacent counties.
Never seen without his trademark beaten-up cooler, he claimed his triple-soaked, salt-infused orange slices were 'strictly medicinal' for the hot July court heat. Opponents argued they were laced with pure wizardry.
