He who has the fastest golf cart never has a bad lie.

He can run, steal bases, throw, hit for average, and hit with power like I've never seen. Just don't put him at shortstop.

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.

The biggest thrill I ever had was in 1969, when they held day at Yankee Stadium.

Casey didn't easily forgive a guy who got doubled up on a hit-and-run play. He didn't see any reason why the runner couldn't take a quick glance back toward the plate to make sure the ball was hit safely.

Billy (Martin) wasn't afraid of anything.

Today's Little Leaguers, and there are millions of them each year, pick up how to hit and throw and field just by watching games on TV. By the time they're out of high school, the good ones are almost ready to play professional ball.