I've never heard a crowd boo a homer, but I've heard plenty of boos after a strikeout.

Each strikeout brings me closer to my next homerun.

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

You know this baseball game of ours comes up from the youth - that means the boys. And after you've been a boy, and grow up to know how to play ball, then you come to the boys you see representing themselves today in our national pastime.

I had only one superstition. I made sure to touch all the bases when I hit a home run.

What the hell has (Herbert) Hoover got to do with it? Anyway, I had a better year than he did.

All I can tell them is pick a good one and sock it. I get back to the dugout and they ask me what it was I hit and I tell them I don't know except it looked good.