I've often wondered how a man who knew he was going to die could stand here and say he was the luckiest man on the face of the earth, but now I guess I know how he felt.

The only thing I can do is play baseball. I have to play ball. It's the only thing I know.

It looked like Roy Rogers rode through on Trigger, and Trigger kicked the guy in the face.

A body came flying out and landed at my feet. At first I thought it was Billy so I picked him up. But when I saw it wasn't I dropped him back down.

I played seven years without ever hitting the ball.

All I had was natural ability.

At my best I was as good as anyone.