What The Hell Difference Does It Make?

I'd Play For Half My Salary If I Could Hit In This Dump (wrigley Field) All The Time.

I Learned Early To Drink Beer, Wine And Whiskey. And I Think I Was About 5 When I First Chewed Tobacco.

Reading Isn't Good For A Ballplayer. Not Good For His Eyes. If My Eyes Went Bad Even A Little Bit I Couldn't Hit Home Runs. So I Gave Up Reading.

"i'm Going Over The Valley." (dying From Throat Cancer, His Doctor Found Him Wandering Around His Room, Asked Him Where Was He Going?)

As Soon As I Got Out There I Felt A Strange Relationship With The Pitcher's Mound. It Was As If I'd Been Born Out There. Pitching Just Felt Like The Most Natural Thing In The World. Striking Out Batters Was Easy.