I made a game effort to argue but two things were against me: the umpires and the rules.

Five runs ahead and he'd knock in all the runs I could ask for. One run behind and he was going to kill me.

Some guys are admired for coming to play, as the saying goes. I prefer those who come to kill.

And luck? I've always said about Dizzy Dean that if the roof fell in and Diz was sitting in the middle of the room, everybody else would be buried in the debris and a gumdrop would drop into his mouth.

Buy a steak for a player on another club after the game, but don't even speak to him on the field. Get out there and beat them to death.

If you don't win, you're going to be fired. If you do win, you've only put off the day you're going to be fired.

It's possible to spend money anywhere in the world if you put your mind to it, something I proved conclusively by running up huge debts in Cincinnati.