On two legs, Mickey Mantle would have been the greatest ballplayer who ever lived.

No one had to tell me I was never going to be a home run hitter. I was hitting the same ball as the rest of the players, but when the big guys cracked one, it went out of the park. Mine went out of the infield.

We won (the pennant) because we've got a superior ball club. Not many stars perhaps, but the kind of team that always plays well together.

On two legs, Mickey Mantle would have been the greatest ballplayer who ever lived.

Second base is anything but magic. If it's anything at all, it's speed, sureness with your hands and lots of hard work.

All small men, all non-power hitters, must learn to bunt well. It's half your game.

On October 19, 1949, I got a telephone call from the Philadelphia (A's) front office informing me I had been traded to the White Sox for Joe Tipton. I was surprised and hurt.