When I came to Detroit I was just a mild-mannered Sunday-school boy.
When I played ball, I didn't play for fun.
I've got to be first. ALL the time.
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.
Just speed, raw speed, blinding speed, too much speed.
He (Shoeless Joe Jackson) was the finest natural hitter in the history of the game.