The crowd makes the ballgame.
When two doctors pass each other on the street they wink at each other.
Don't come home a failure.
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?
The most important part of a player's body is above his shoulders.
When I began playing the game, baseball was about as gentlemanly as a kick in the crotch.