Show me a good sportsman and I'll show you a player I'm looking to trade.
Give me some scratching, diving, hungry ballplayers who come to kill you.
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.
To some it's a six-pack, to me it's a "support group". Salvation in a can!
Stick a fork in him. He's done.
Branch Rickey once said of me that I was a man with an infinite capacity for immediately making a bad thing worse.