It's unbelievable how much you don't know about the game you've been playing all your life.
I wanted to throw my glass at the TV.
Don't do as I did. I'm living proof of how not to live.
They should have come out of the dugout on tippy-toes, holding hands and singing.
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.
There were things that would irritate Casey, but trying too hard or getting mad at sitting on the bench weren't among them.