I Never Saw A Pitcher I Didn't

People Ask Me What I Do In Winter When There's No Baseball. I'll Tell You What I Do. I Stare Out The Window And Wait For Spring.

A Great Hitter Isn't Born, He's Made. He's Made Out Of Practice, Fault Correction, And Confidence.

I Don't Like To Sound Egotistical, But Every Time I Stepped Up To The Plate With A Bat In My Hands, I Couldn't Help But Feel Sorry For The Pitcher.

Baseball Is My Life, The Only Thing I Know And Can Talk About. My Only Interest.

I Don't Want To Play Golf. When I Hit A Ball, I Want Someone Else To Go Chase It.