I Don't Mean To Be Bashful, But

Every Time I Look At My Pocketbook, I See Jackie Robinson.

I Remember The Last Season I Played. I Went Home After A Ballgame One Day, Lay Down On My Bed, And Tears Came To My Eyes. How Can You Explain That? It's Like Crying For Your Mother After She's Gone. You Cry Because You Love Her. I Cried, I Guess, Because I Loved Baseball, And I Knew I Had To Leave It.

I Always Enjoyed Playing Ball, And It Didn't Matter To Me Whether I Played With White Kids Or Black. I Never Understood Why An Issue Was Made Of Who I Played With, And I Never Felt Comfortable, When I Grew Up, Telling Other People How To Act

It Isn't Hard To Be Good From Time To Time In Sports. What Is Tough, Is Being Good Every Day.

Baseball Is A Game, Yes. It Is Also A Business. But What Is Most Truly Is Is Disguised Combat. For All Its Gentility, Its Almost Leisurely Pace, Baseball Is Violence Under Wraps.