Just speed, raw speed, blinding speed, too much speed.
I had to fight all my life to survive. They were all against me, but I beat the bastards and left them in the ditch.
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?
A ball bat is a wondrous weapon.
When two doctors pass each other on the street they wink at each other.
Speed is a great asset; but it's greater when it's combined with quickness - and there's a big difference.