Baseball is a boy's game that makes grown men cry.
I was in the game for love. After all, where else can an old-timer with one leg, who can't hear or see, live like a king while doing the only thing I wanted to do?
Next to the confrontation between two highly honed batteries of lawyers, jungle warfare is a stately minuet.
An island of surety in a changing world.
Suffering is overated.
I don't want the natural athlete -- I want a guy who'll go after the hard ones.