Just Speed, Raw Speed, Blinding Speed, Too

When I Played Ball, I Didn't Play For Fun. . . . It's No Pink Tea, And Mollycoddles Had Better Stay Out. It's A Contest And Everything That Implies, A Struggle For Supremacy, A Survival Of The Fittest.

Most Collisions Out On The Fields Are Needless.

When Two Doctors Pass Each Other On The Street They Wink At Each Other.

He Batted Against Spitballs, Shineballs, Emeryballs And All The Other Trick Deliveries. He Never Figured Anything Out Or Studied Anything With The Same Scientific Approach I Gave It. He Just Swung. If He'd Ever Had Any Knowledge Of Batting, His Average Would Have Been Phenomenal. ... He Seemed Content To Just Punch The Ball, And I Can Still See Those Line Drives Whistling To The Far Precincts. Joe Jackson Hit The Ball Harder Than Any Man Ever To Play Baseball.

No Man Has Ever Been A Perfect Ballplayer. Stan Musial, However, Is The Closest To Being Perfect In The Game Today.