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.

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

You don't save a pitcher for tomorrow. Tomorrow it may rain.

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

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

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.

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.