Walter Johnson's fastball looked about the size of a watermelon seed and it hissed at you as it passed.

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

The great trouble with baseball today is that most of the players are in the game for the money and that's it, not for the love of it, the excitement of it, the thrill of it.

I regret to this day that I never went to college. I feel I should have been a doctor.

That boy Mantle is a good one.

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.

The great American game should be an unrelenting war of nerves.