I ain't what I used to be, but who the hell is?

A lot of folks that ain't saying 'ain't,' ain't eating.

He (Bill Terry) once hit a ball between my legs so hard that my center-fielder caught it on the fly backing up against the wall.

I only went to the third grade because my father only went to the fourth and I didn't want to pass him.

Son, what kind of pitch would you like to miss?

The good Lord was good to me. He gave me a strong body, a good right arm, and a weak mind.

If you can do it, it ain't braggin'... it's a matter of self-confidence. I got where I did because I wasn't no shrinking violet.