If it wasn't for baseball, I'd be in either the penitentiary or the cemetery.

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

I'd give a year of my life if I could hit a homerun on opening day of this great new park.

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

As soon as I got out there I felt a strange relationship with the pitcher's mound. It was as if I'd been born out there. Pitching just felt like the most natural thing in the world. Striking out batters was easy.

Read about your case of amnesia. Must be a new brand.

I'm only going one way.