Jimmy Foxx could hit me at midnight with the lights out.

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

Only triple I ever got.

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'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.

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.