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.

I'm only going one way.

Who is richer? The man who is seen, but cannot see? Or the man who is not being seen, but can see?

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

I thank heaven we have had baseball in this world... the kids... our national pastime.

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

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.