Wheaties was the big sponsor in those days (1940s). They sponsored almost all the baseball games in the majors and the minors. That was a lot of Wheaties. I think there were twenty-four boxes in a case and some of these guys were hitting twenty-five and thirty home runs a season. We had a dog in those days named Blue Grass and the players used to give us their Wheaties for him. Blue Grass loved Wheaties and so did I.

Baseball is the president tossing out the first ball of the season. And a scrubby schoolboy playing catch with his dad on a Mississippi farm.

God blessed me by putting me here for thirty-one years at Michigan and Trumbull.

I love what I do. If I had my time over again, I'd probably do it for nothing.

A tall, thin old man waving a scorecard from the corner of his dugout. That's baseball.

Baseball is just a game, as simple as a ball and bat, yet as complex as the American spirit it symbolizes. A sport, a business and sometimes almost even a religion.

Baseball is a rookie, his experience no bigger than the lump in his throat as he begins fulfillment of his dream.