Stick A Fork In Him. He's Done.

Ballplayers Are A Superstitious Breed, Nobody More Than I, And While You Are Winning You'd Murder Anybody Who Tried To Change Your Sweatshirt, Let Alone Your Uniform.

Stick A Fork In Him. He's Done.

I Made A Game Effort To Argue But Two Things Were Against Me: The Umpires And The Rules.

God Watches Over Drunks And Third Baseman.

Some Guys Are Admired For Coming To Play, As The Saying Goes. I Prefer Those Who Come To Kill.