The first time I faced him I watched him take that easy windup and then something went past me that made me flinch. The thing just hissed with danger. We couldn't touch him... Every one of us knew we'd met the most powerful arm ever turned loose in a ball park.

When I came to Detroit I was just a mild-mannered Sunday-school boy.

To get along with me, don't increase my tension.

No man has ever been a perfect ballplayer. Stan Musial, however, is the closest to being perfect in the game today.

Every man in the game, from the minors on up, is not only fighting against the other side, but he's trying to hold onto his own job against those on his own bench who'd love to take it away. Why deny this? Why minimize it? Why not boldly admit it?

The best recommendation for an umpire in the old days was: "He licked somebody in the Three-I League. He ought to do.

Don't come home a failure.