Every strike brings me closer to the next home run.

I didn't mean to hit the umpire with the dirt, but I did mean to hit that bastard in the stands.

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

The way a team plays as a whole determines its success.

I hit an inside-the-park home run! I beat it out! Can you believe that?

Aw, everybody knows that game, the day I hit the homer off ole Charlie Root there in Wrigley Field, the day October first, the third game of that thirty-two World Series. But right now I want to settle all arguments. I didn't exactly point to any spot, like the flagpole. Anyway, I didn't mean to, I just sorta waved at the whole fence, but that was foolish enough. All I wanted to do was give that thing a ride... outta the park... anywhere.

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.