Well, the good Lord and good luck must have been with me because I did exactly what I said I was going to do.

I copied (Shoeless Joe) Jackson's style because I thought he was the greatest hitter I had ever seen, the greatest natural hitter I ever saw. He's the guy who made me a hitter.

Aw, everybody knows that game, the day I hit the homer off ole Charlie Root there in Wrigley Field, the day October first, the third game of that thirty-two World Series. But right now I want to settle all arguments. I didn't exactly point to any spot, like the flagpole. Anyway, I didn't mean to, I just sorta waved at the whole fence, but that was foolish enough. All I wanted to do was give that thing a ride... outta the park... anywhere.

I hear the cheers when they roared and the jeers when they echoed.

Baseball is the greatest game in the world and deserves the best you can give it.

Yesterday's home runs don't win today's games.

What I am, what I have, what I am going to leave behind me - all this I owe to the game of baseball.