Let Me Show You How It's Done...

As Soon As I Got Out There I Felt A Strange Relationship With The Pitcher's Mound. It Was As If I'd Been Born Out There. Pitching Just Felt Like The Most Natural Thing In The World. Striking Out Batters Was Easy.

Reading Isn't Good For A Ballplayer. Not Good For His Eyes. If My Eyes Went Bad Even A Little Bit I Couldn't Hit Home Runs. So I Gave Up Reading.

After All, There's Only One Aswer To Be Made To The Young Fellow Who Is Asking Constantly For Advice As To How To Hit. The Answer Is: "pick Out A Good One And Sock It!

I Hit An Inside-the-park Home Run! I Beat It Out! Can You Believe That?

If I'd Just Tried For Them Dinky Singles I Could've Batted Around .600.