Let me show you how it's done... Loser!
If it wasn't for baseball, I'd be in either the penitentiary or the cemetery.
I said I'm going to hit the next one right over the flagpole. God must have been with me.
Hotter 'n hell, ain't it, Prez?
If it wasn't for baseball, I'd be in either the penitentiary or the cemetery. I have the same violent temper my father and older brother had. Both died of injuries from street fights in Baltimore, fights begun by flare-ups of their tempers.
Baseball changes through the years. It gets milder.