I Couldn't Speak Enough Spanish. I Couldn't

It's Better To Be Lucky Than Good.

I Couldn't Speak Enough Spanish. I Couldn't Make Myself Understood On That Club.

The Secret Of My Success Was Clean Living And A Fast Outfield.

Jimmy Foxx Could Hit Me At Midnight With The Lights Out.

No One Hit Home Runs The Way Babe (ruth) Did. They Were Something Special. They Were Like Homing Pigeons. The Ball Would Leave The Bat, Pause Briefly, Suddenly Gain Its Bearings, Then Take Off For The Stands.