The Great American Game Should Be An

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.

I'm Coming Down On The Next Pitch, Krauthead.

The Way Those Clubs Shift Against Ted Williams, I Can't Understand How He Can Be So Stupid Not To Accept The Challenge To Him And Hit To Left Field.

I Never Could Stand Losing. Second Place Didn't Interest Me. I Had A Fire In My Belly.

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?