Well, I Beat My Man. Now It's

You Don't Have To Talk To Me About Pensions. I Won't Be Around Long Enough To Collect One.

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.

There Are Two Kinds Of People. There Are Leaders And There Are Followers. And I'm A Follower.

If I Send The Ball Home, I Know What Will Happen To It. My Twin Brothers Will Take It Out On The Lot, Like Any 20-cent Rocket.

Not After All The Time My Dad Spent Teaching Me To Switch-hit.