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 was never nervous when I had the ball, but when I let go I was scared to death.

It's better to be lucky than good.

We lost 14 straight. Then we had a game rained out and it felt so good we had a victory dinner.

No one hit home runs the way Babe (Ruth) did. They were something special. They were like homing pigeons. The ball would leave the bat, pause briefly, suddenly gain its bearings, then take off for the stands.

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

I'd rather not throw the ball at all.