Hello again, everybody... It's a bee-yoo-tiful day for baseball.
It could be, it might be... It is, A home run!
I knew the profanity used up and down my street would not go over the air... So I trained myself to say 'Holy Cow' instead.
Aw, how could he Jorge Orta lose the ball in the sun, he's from Mexico.
Everything good that has happened to me has happened as a direct result of something bad.
Now, you tell me, if I have a day off during the baseball season, where do you think I'll spend it? The ballpark. I still love it. Always have, always will.