Breaks like a ball falling off a pool table.

It is decidedly not true that 'nice guys finish last'.

And luck? I've always said about Dizzy Dean that if the roof fell in and Diz was sitting in the middle of the room, everybody else would be buried in the debris and a gumdrop would drop into his mouth.

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.

I made a game effort to argue but two things were against me: the umpires and the rules.

I never did say that you can't be a nice guy and win. I said that if I was playing third base and my mother rounded third with the winning run, I'd trip her up.

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