I'd Rather Not Throw The Ball At

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

I'd Rather Not Throw The Ball At All.

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

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.

A Lot Of Things Run Through Your Head When You're Going In To Relieve In A Tight Spot. One Of Them Was, "should I Spike Myself?"