Just Speed, Raw Speed, Blinding Speed, Too

When I Came To Detroit I Was Just A Mild-mannered Sunday-school Boy.

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

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.

The Great Trouble With Baseball Today Is That Most Of The Players Are In The Game For The Money And That's It, Not For The Love Of It, The Excitement Of It, The Thrill Of It.

The Base Paths Belonged To Me, The Runner. The Rules Gave Me The Right. I Always Went Into A Bag Full Speed, Feet First. I Had Sharp Spikes On My Shoes. If The Baseman Stood Where He Had No Business To Be And Got Hurt, That Was His Fault.