Somebody once asked me if I ever went up to the plate trying to hit a home run. I said, 'Sure, every time.'
Hitting the ball was easy. Running around the bases was the tough part.
I played seven years without ever hitting the ball.
Butcher boy, damn it, butcher boy.
Thank God for baseball.
I can't play any more. I can't hit the ball when I need to. I can't steal second when I need to. I can't go from first to third when I need to. I can't score from second when I need to. I have to quit.