Every Strike Is One Step Closer To

The Curve And The Fast One Are Important; The Change Of Pace And The Other Trick Deliveries Are Great But They're Not Worth A Plugged Nickel Unless You Have Control To Go Along With Them. And By Control I Don't Mean The Ability To Put The Ball Over The Plate Somewhere Between The Shoulders And Knees. I Mean The Ability To Hit A Three-inch Target Nine Times Out Of Ten, The Sort Of Control That Lets You Put The Ball In The Exact Spot You Want It, And To Play A Corner To The Split Fraction Of An Inch.

How To Hit Home Runs: I Swing As Hard As I Can, And I Try To Swing Right Through The Ball... The Harder You Grip The Bat, The More You Can Swing It Through The Ball, And The Farther The Ball Will Go. I Swing Big, With Everything I've Got. I Hit Big Or I Miss Big. I Like To Live As Big As I Can.

Aw, Everybody Knows That Game, The Day I Hit The Homer Off Ole Charlie Root There In Wrigley Field, The Day October First, The Third Game Of That Thirty-two World Series. But Right Now I Want To Settle All Arguments. I Didn't Exactly Point To Any Spot, Like The Flagpole. Anyway, I Didn't Mean To, I Just Sorta Waved At The Whole Fence, But That Was Foolish Enough. All I Wanted To Do Was Give That Thing A Ride... Outta The Park... Anywhere.

Paris Ain't Much Of A Town.

As Soon As I Got Out There I Felt A Strange Relationship With The Pitcher's Mound. It Was As If I'd Been Born Out There. Pitching Just Felt Like The Most Natural Thing In The World. Striking Out Batters Was Easy.