What he really meant was that he was drafted by the Kansas City Monarchs, and pitched a no hitter against Satchel Page.
Sigh. I just realized that I was not picked by Notre Dame to be their quarterback the season they won the national title, the same year I tragically lost both legs while saving a little old lady and and small baby from being run over by a rogue freight train, which I recall stopping by leaping into the cab, losing my legs (or was it arms?) by beating back the terrorist who had caused the train to escape the tracks. There, now I feel better.
I have never embroidered or enlarged upon this simple tale. I just told it the way I remembered it.