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 hit an inside-the-park home run! I beat it out! Can you believe that?
What I am, what I have, what I am going to leave behind me - all this I owe to the game of baseball.
Every strike brings me closer to the next home run.
To my sick little pal. I will try to knock you another homer, maybe two today.
Baseball was, is and always will be to me the best game in the world.