Hell, Lou (Gehrig) it took fifteen years to get you out of a game. Sometimes I'm out in fifteen minutes.

I had been having trouble with my eyes. One day my glasses fogged up while I was pitching, but when I cleaned them and looked at the plate and saw Foxx clearly, it frightened me so much I never wore them again.

A lot of things run through your head when you're going in to relieve in a tight spot. One of them was, "Should I spike myself?"

I couldn't speak enough Spanish. I couldn't make myself understood on that club.

The secret of my success was clean living and a fast outfield.

One rule I had was make your best pitch and back up third base. That relay might get away and you've got another shot at him.

I'd rather be lucky than good