I don't know. I've never been on second before.

I talked to the ball a lot of times in my career. I yelled, "Go foul. Go foul."

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.

It's better to be lucky than good.

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.

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.