Paris ain't much of a town.
What the hell has (Herbert) Hoover got to do with it? Anyway, I had a better year than he did.
The only real game, I think, in the world is baseball.
All I can tell them is pick a good one and sock it. I get back to the dugout and they ask me what it was I hit and I tell them I don't know except it looked good.
I'm only going one way.
Baseball changes through the years. It gets milder.