Where the ball went was up to heaven. Sometimes I threw the ball clean up into the stands.

I went on inactive duty in August 1945, and since I had stayed in such good shape and had played ball on military teams, I was ready to start for the Indians just two days later, against the Tigers.

The soldiers that didn't come back were the heroes. It's a roll of the dice. If a bullet has your name on it, you're a hero. If you hear a bullet go by, you're a survivor.

The difference between relief pitching when I did it today is simple, there is too much of it. It's one of those cases where more is not necessarily better.

I would rather beat the Yankees regularly than pitch a no hit game.

Nobody lives forever and I've had a blessed life.

Baseball is only a game, a game of inches and a lot of luck. During a time of all-out war, sports are very insignificant.