Paris ain't much of a town.

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

Gee, its lonesome in the outfield. It's hard to keep awake with nothing to do.

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

What the hell difference does it make?

What do I think about when I strike out? I think about hitting home runs.

Every Strike is one step closer to a Home Run