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.

Give me some scratching, diving, hungry ballplayers who come to kill you.

God watches over drunks and third baseman.

What are we out at the park for except to win?

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

Baseball is like church. Many attend few understand.

Stick a fork in him. He's done.