It's my job to be better than the rest, and that's enough reason to go for me. It's my job to be better than the rest, and that makes the day for me.

These old ballparks are like cathedrals in America. We don't have big old Gothic cathedrals like they do in Europe. But we got baseball parks.

Shells sink, dreams float. Life's good on our boat.

It's a fine line between Saturday night and Sunday morning.

There's damsels in distress out there, and we got all this beer.

Wasting away again in Margaritaville, searching for my lost shaker of salt.

You get religion as your hair turns grey.