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'm something like the old soak who never knew whether his wife told him to take one drink and come home at 12, or take 12 and come home at one.

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.

You just can't imagine the kind of guy he was without seeing him play. He was a circus, a play, a movie, all rolled into one.

I don't want to throw him nothing. Maybe he'll just get tired of waiting and leave.

I've got a new invention. It's a revolving bowl for tired goldfish.

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