I have observed that baseball is not unlike war, and when you get right down to it, we batters are the heavy artillery.

The way those clubs shift against Ted Williams, I can't understand how he can be so stupid not to accept the challenge to him and hit to left field.

The base paths belonged to me, the runner. The rules gave me the right. I always went into a bag full speed, feet first. I had sharp spikes on my shoes. If the baseman stood where he had no business to be and got hurt, that was his fault.

I have observed that baseball is not unlike war, and when you get right down to it, we batters are the heavy artillery.

When two doctors pass each other on the street they wink at each other.

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?

Most collisions out on the fields are needless.