To My Sick Little Pal. I Will

I Didn't Mean To Hit The Umpire With The Dirt, But I Did Mean To Hit That Bastard In The Stands.

How About A Little Noise. How Do You Expect A Man To Putt?

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

Gee, Its Lonesome In The Outfield. It's Hard To Keep Awake With Nothing To Do.

I Don't Give A Damn About Any Actors. What Good Will John Barrymore Do You With The Bases Loaded And Two Down In A Tight Ball Game. Either I Get The Money (more Than Barrymore), Or I Don't Play!