When Neil Armstrong first set foot on the moon, he and all the space scientists were puzzled by an unidentifiable white object. I knew immediately what it was. That was a home run ball hit off me in 1933 by Jimmie Foxx.

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.

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 never had a bad night in my life, but I've had a few bad mornings.

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

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

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