Every strike brings me closer to the next home run.
I had only one superstition. I made sure to touch all the bases when I hit a home run.
What I am, what I have, what I am going to leave behind me - all this I owe to the game of baseball.
How about a little noise. How do you expect a man to putt?
What the hell difference does it make?
I thank heaven we have had baseball in this world... the kids... our national pastime.