Most collisions out on the fields are needless.

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

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

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.

I never could stand losing. Second place didn't interest me. I had a fire in my belly.

The most important part of a player's body is above his shoulders.