When Steve Carlton and I die, we're gonna be burried 60'6" apart.

Carlton does not pitch to the hitter, he pitches through him. The batter hardly exists for Steve. He's playing an elevated game of catch.

One thing about ground balls: they don't go out of the ballpark.

The only difference between resigning and resigning is a hyphen.

As a new day begins in New York, the sun sets in Hawaii.

The playoffs are the wedge between the season and the World Series. If you lose, it means you won't be going to the greatest sports event in this country...You're forgotten by Thanksgiving.

When Steve and I die, we are going to be buried in the same cemetery, 60-feet 6-inches apart.