I thank heaven we have had baseball in this world... the kids... our national pastime.
If I'd just tried for them dinky singles I could've batted around .600.
What I am, what I have, what I am going to leave behind me - all this I owe to the game of 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've never heard a crowd boo a homer, but I've heard plenty of boos after a strikeout.
Every strike brings me closer to the next home run.