Read About Your Case Of Amnesia. Must

I'd Give A Year Of My Life If I Could Hit A Homerun On Opening Day Of This Great New Park.

What The Hell Difference Does It Make?

If It Wasn't For Baseball, I'd Be In Either The Penitentiary Or The Cemetery. I Have The Same Violent Temper My Father And Older Brother Had. Both Died Of Injuries From Street Fights In Baltimore, Fights Begun By Flare-ups Of Their Tempers.

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

I Hear The Cheers When They Roared And The Jeers When They Echoed.