You Might As Well Go In And

I Can't Play Any More. I Can't Hit The Ball When I Need To. I Can't Steal Second When I Need To. I Can't Go From First To Third When I Need To. I Can't Score From Second When I Need To. I Have To Quit.

Bravery Is A Complicated Thing To Describe. You Can't Say It's Three Feet Long And Two Feet Wide And That It Weighs Four Hundred Pounds Or That It's Colored Bright Blue Or That It Sounds Like A Piano Or That It Smells Like Roses. It's A Quality, Not A Thing.

If I Hadn't Met Those Two Guys (billy Martin And Whitey Ford) At The Start Of My Career, I Would Have Lasted Another Five Years.

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.

Every Time I See His Name (dean Chance) On A Lineup Card, I Feel Like Throwing Up.