What did you say, Joe?

All the ballparks and the big crowds have a certain mystique. You feel attached, permanently wedded to the sounds that ring out, to the fans chanting your name, even when there are only four or five thousand in the stands on a Wednesday afternoon.

My views are just about the same as Casey's.

I never understood how someone who was dying could say he was the luckiest man in the world, but now I understand.

Well, I beat my man. Now it's up to you to beat yours.

I always loved the game, but when my legs weren't hurting it was a lot easier to love.

I don't know why, but for some reason I seem to be more popular now than when I was playing.