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.

This guy don't come to the ballpark to beat you. He comes to beat you bad. This (Jackie) Robinson, he plays a ton.

Breaks like a ball falling off a pool table.

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.

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

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.

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