That Boy Mantle Is A Good One.

I've Been Called One Of The Hardest Bargainers Who Ever Held Out, And I'm Proud Of It.

Just Speed, Raw Speed, Blinding Speed, Too Much Speed.

The First Time I Faced Him I Watched Him Take That Easy Windup And Then Something Went Past Me That Made Me Flinch. The Thing Just Hissed With Danger. We Couldn't Touch Him... Every One Of Us Knew We'd Met The Most Powerful Arm Ever Turned Loose In A Ball Park.

The Longer I Live, The Longer I Realize That Batting Is More A Mental Matter Than It Is Physical. The Ability To Grasp The Bat, Swing At The Proper Time, Take A Proper Stance; All These Are Elemental. Batting Is Rather A Study In Psychology, A Sizing Up Of A Pitcher And Catcher And Observing Little Details That Are Of Immense Importance. It's Like The Study Of Crime, The Work Of A Detective As He Picks Up Clues.

Every Man In The Game, From The Minors On Up, Is Not Only Fighting Against The Other Side, But He's Trying To Hold Onto His Own Job Against Those On His Own Bench Who'd Love To Take It Away. Why Deny This? Why Minimize It? Why Not Boldly Admit It?