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.
Give me some scratching, diving, hungry ballplayers who come to kill you.
Show me a good sportsman and I'll show you a player I'm looking to trade.
Branch Rickey once said of me that I was a man with an infinite capacity for immediately making a bad thing worse.
It is decidedly not true that 'nice guys finish last'.
What are we out at the park for except to win?