I've got a new invention. It's a revolving bowl for tired goldfish.
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?"
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 couldn't speak enough Spanish. I couldn't make myself understood on that club.
I'd rather be lucky than good
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.