When I hit a home run I usually didn't care where it went. So long as it was a home run was all that mattered.

If I send the ball home, I know what will happen to it. My twin brothers will take it out on the lot, like any 20-cent rocket.

After I hit a home run I had a habit of running the bases with my head down. I figured the pitcher already felt bad enough without me showing him up rounding the bases.

Billy copied Casey to a 'T.'

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

After a play in the field Casey would turn (to the players on the bench) and say 'What did he do wrong?' or 'You're better than that guy.' Either way, he'd keep them from getting stale.

I never saw him fight. I never saw Billy fight.