If it wasn't for baseball, I'd be in either the penitentiary or the cemetery. I have the same violent temper my father and older brother had. Both died of injuries from street fights in Baltimore, fights begun by flare-ups of their tempers.
Hotter 'n hell, ain't it, Prez?
I've never heard a crowd boo a homer, but I've heard plenty of boos after a strikeout.
Heroes get remembered, but legends never die.
A part of control is learning to correct your weaknesses.
They started something here, and the kids are keeping the ball rolling.