It was all I lived for, to play baseball.

He foresaw the platooning that managers like Casey Stengel used years before it happened. He told me I had to be a switch-hitter if I was going to play.

He who have the fastest cart never have to play a bad lie.

Roger Maris was as good a man and as good a ballplayer as there ever was.

His fielding leaves you wondering. Then he steps up to hit and all doubts start to fade.

You might as well go in and start getting dressed. I'm going to hit his first pitch for a home run.

I don't care what the situation was, how high the stakes were - the bases could be loaded and the pennant riding on every pitch, it never bothered Whitey. He pitched his game. Cool. Craft. Nerves of steel.