They should have come out of the dugout on tippy-toes, holding hands and singing.
It was the single greatest feat I ever saw.
I never understood how someone who was dying could say he was the luckiest man in the world, but now I understand.
His fielding leaves you wondering. Then he steps up to hit and all doubts start to fade.
The biggest thrill I ever had was in 1969, when they held day at Yankee Stadium.
Before you go, would you sign that case of balls for me?