The best recommendation for an umpire in the old days was: "He licked somebody in the Three-I League. He ought to do.
To get along with me, don't increase my tension.
I've been called one of the hardest bargainers who ever held out, and I'm proud of it.
I never could stand losing. Second place didn't interest me. I had a fire in my belly.
That boy Mantle is a good one.
Walter Johnson's fastball looked about the size of a watermelon seed and it hissed at you as it passed.