I remember many a time, going into someplace like Wrigley Field - where you could cut the humidity with a knife - and playing a doubleheader. I loved to play the game. It didn't matter if it was a doubleheader, or a single game, or a day game after a night game. I wanted to play.
Nine g's is good, if the pilot can stand it. We couldn't stand it. Not in the airplanes of World War II.