Butcher boy, damn it, butcher boy.

Casey didn't easily forgive a guy who got doubled up on a hit-and-run play. He didn't see any reason why the runner couldn't take a quick glance back toward the plate to make sure the ball was hit safely.

I wanted to throw my glass at the TV.

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

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

Billy copied Casey to a 'T.'

It's unbelievable how much you don't know about the game you've been playing all your life.