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 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.

If you don't win, you're going to be fired. If you do win, you've only put off the day you're going to be fired.

When you're in professional sports, winning is the only thing that matters.

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

Branch Rickey once said of me that I was a man with an infinite capacity for immediately making a bad thing worse.

God watches over drunks and third baseman.