The baseball establishment is permissive about revelry.
Baseball was socially relevant, and so was my rebellion against it.
I lost money, coaching jobs, a shot at the Hall of Fame.
A well-paid slave is nonetheless a slave.
The funny thing about these uniforms is that you hang them in the closet and they get smaller and smaller.
I'm a human being. I'm not a piece of property. I'm not a consignment of goods.