Hey Man! Get Away From Me!

Hey Mantle, You Win. You're The Worst.

Casey Wanted Us To Stay Loose. That Didn't Mean Clowning Around. He Just Meant We Should Be Confident And Relaxed. We Shouldn't Feel That One Strikeout Was Going To End The Season For Us.

All The Ballparks And The Big Crowds Have A Certain Mystique. You Feel Attached, Permanently Wedded To The Sounds That Ring Out, To The Fans Chanting Your Name, Even When There Are Only Four Or Five Thousand In The Stands On A Wednesday Afternoon.

A Team Is Where A Boy Can Prove His Courage On His Own. A Gang Is Where A Coward Goes To Hide.

My Dad Taught Me To Switch-hit. He And My Grandfather, Who Was Left-handed, Pitched To Me Every Day After School In The Back Yard. I Batted Lefty Against My Dad And Righty Against My Granddad.