The Most Important Part Of A Player's

When Two Doctors Pass Each Other On The Street They Wink At Each Other.

I've Got To Be First. All The Time.

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.

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?

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.