I hit an inside-the-park home run! I beat it out! Can you believe that?
Gee, its lonesome in the outfield. It's hard to keep awake with nothing to do.
The termites have got me.
I won't be happy until we have every boy in America between the ages of six and sixteen wearing a glove and swinging a bat.
If you want to hit home runs, you've go to swing a lot.
Every strike brings me closer to the next home run.