When I Came To Detroit I Was

When I Came To Detroit I Was Just A Mild-mannered Sunday-school Boy.

He (shoeless Joe Jackson) Was The Finest Natural Hitter In The History Of The Game.

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.

I Never Could Stand Losing. Second Place Didn't Interest Me. I Had A Fire In My Belly.

Baseball Was One-hundred Percent Of My Life.