Well, I Beat My Man. Now It's

After I Hit A Home Run I Had A Habit Of Running The Bases With My Head Down. I Figured The Pitcher Already Felt Bad Enough Without Me Showing Him Up Rounding The Bases.

Casey Didn't Easily Forgive A Guy Who Got Doubled Up On A Hit-and-run Play. He Didn't See Any Reason Why The Runner Couldn't Take A Quick Glance Back Toward The Plate To Make Sure The Ball Was Hit Safely.

I Never Saw Him Fight. I Never Saw Billy Fight.

Thank God For Baseball.

I've Often Wondered How A Man Who Knew He Was Going To Die Could Stand Here And Say He Was The Luckiest Man On The Face Of The Earth, But Now I Guess I Know How He Felt.