What the hell difference does it make?

Well, the good Lord and good luck must have been with me because I did exactly what I said I was going to do.

I said I'm going to hit the next one right over the flagpole. God must have been with me.

I don't need to know where the green is. Where is the golf course?

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.

What I am, what I have, what I am going to leave behind me - all this I owe to the game of baseball.

All ballplayers should quit when it starts to feel as if all the baselines run uphill.