Whoever Wants To Know The Heart And

People Ask Me What I Do In Winter When There's No Baseball. I'll Tell You What I Do. I Stare Out The Window And Wait For Spring.

I'd Rather Him (grover Alexander) Pitch A Crucial Game For Me Drunk, Then Anyone I've Ever Known Sober. He Was That Good.

Now The Advantage Is All With The Hitters.

I Don't Like To Sound Egotistical, But Every Time I Stepped Up To The Plate With A Bat In My Hands, I Couldn't Help But Feel Sorry For The Pitcher.

The Big Trouble Is Not Really Who Isn't In The Hall Of Fame, But Who Is. It Was Established For A Select Few.