Give me some scratching, diving, hungry ballplayers who come to kill you.
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.
You don't save a pitcher for tomorrow. Tomorrow it may rain.
It is decidedly not true that 'nice guys finish last'.
Branch Rickey once said of me that I was a man with an infinite capacity for immediately making a bad thing worse.