Casey wanted us to stay loose. That didn't mean clowning around. He just meant we should be confident and relaxed. We shouldn't feel that one strikeout was going to end the season for us.

I hated to bat against Drysdale. After he hit you he'd come around, look at the bruise on your arm and say, 'Do you want me to sign it?'

It looked like Roy Rogers rode through on Trigger, and Trigger kicked the guy in the face.

Butcher boy, damn it, butcher boy.

It was all I lived for, to play baseball.

If the World Series was on the line and I could pick one pitcher to pitch the game, I'd choose Whitey Ford every time.

I'll play baseball for the Army or fight for it, whatever they want me to do.