The great American game should be an unrelenting war of nerves.
When I played ball, I didn't play for fun. . . . It's no pink tea, and mollycoddles had better stay out. It's a contest and everything that implies, a struggle for supremacy, a survival of the fittest.
When I began playing the game, baseball was about as gentlemanly as a kick in the crotch.
That boy Mantle is a good one.
Most collisions out on the fields are needless.
No man has ever been a perfect ballplayer. Stan Musial, however, is the closest to being perfect in the game today.