MATT ON MEETING MISTY
We met in November 2003 at a sports therapy center in Orange, Calif. I was rehabbing my knee, and she was there training. I had no idea who she was. I went home and told my little brother, Markell, I was planning to ask out some volleyball player. I called her Missy May. He's like, 'What's with you, man? You've got problems. She's one of the most famous players in the world.' We eventually went out in January, and we were engaged in March.
MISTY ON MEETING MATT
We had a mutual friend, this guy Brian. He was trying to set me up with another guy. I'm like, I'm not in interested, but if Matt would ask me out, I would be. So Brian would go talk to Matt and feed me information. When we finally went out, I brought him to a UCLA volleyball match with my dad.
MATT ON BEING TEASED ABOUT HER
She plays in a bathing suit, so of course teammates say stuff. It's just to get a rise out of me. During spring training [outfielder Jeff Conine] scribbled my name on the board as Matt May. So now that's the running joke. Everyone calls me Mr. May.
MISTY ON BEING TEASED ABOUT HIM
At the Toyota Grand Prix in Long Beach last year, organizers gave me a blow-up doll with a Marlins hat and said I was a baseball widow. I was like, "Don't say that! He's not dead!" I brought the doll back to my hotel, but in the middle of the night I saw it propped against the wall and it totally freaked me out. I deflated it, stuffed it in the corner and left it there.
MATT ON HER CELEBRITY
In California it's ridiculous. She gets stopped all the time. Even on our honeymoon in Tahiti, we were trying to rent Jet Skis and you could hear people on the dock saying in broken English, "Olympic volleyball" and pointing to her. Then they started chanting her name. It's wild.