I've got to be first. ALL the time.
I may have been fierce, but never low or underhand.
When I came to Detroit I was just a mild-mannered Sunday-school boy.
Every great batter works on the theory that the pitcher is more afraid of him than he is of the pitcher.
That boy Mantle is a good one.
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.