To my sick little pal. I will try to knock you another homer, maybe two today.
It's hard to beat somebody when they don't give up.
Well, the good Lord and good luck must have been with me because I did exactly what I said I was going to do.
Each strikeout brings me closer to my next homerun.
Reading isn't good for a ballplayer. Not good for his eyes. If my eyes went bad even a little bit I couldn't hit home runs. So I gave up reading.
"I'm going over the valley." (Dying from throat cancer, his doctor found him wandering around his room, asked him where was he going?)