To some it's a six-pack, to me it's a "support group". Salvation in a can!

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.

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.

In order to become a big-league manager you have to be in the right place at the right time. That's rule number one.

To some it's a six-pack, to me it's a "support group". Salvation in a can!

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