You don't save a pitcher for tomorrow. Tomorrow it may rain.
God watches over drunks and third baseman.
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.
To some it's a six-pack, to me it's a "support group". Salvation in a can!
I believe in rules. Sure I do. If there weren't any rules, how could you break them?
As long as I've got one chance to beat you I'm going to take it.