I believe in rules. Sure I do. If there weren't any rules, how could you break them?

There is a thin line between genius and insanity, and in Larry's (MacPhail) case it was sometimes so thin you could see him drifting back and forth.

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

What are we at the park for except to win? I'd trip my mother. I'd help her up, brusher her off, tell her I'm sorry. But mother don't make it to third.

In the olden days, the umpire didn't have to take any courses in mind reading. The pitcher told you he was going to throw at you.

This guy don't come to the ballpark to beat you. He comes to beat you bad. This (Jackie) Robinson, he plays a ton.

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.