I'd Rather Not Throw The Ball At

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.

Only Triple I Ever Got.

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

I Never Had A Bad Night In My Life, But I've Had A Few Bad Mornings.

I Don't Want To Throw Him Nothing. Maybe He'll Just Get Tired Of Waiting And Leave.