Baseball Is Like Church. Many Attend Few

Buy A Steak For A Player On Another Club After The Game, But Don't Even Speak To Him On The Field. Get Out There And Beat Them To Death.

Stick A Fork In Him. He's Done.

I Believe In Rules. Sure I Do. If There Weren't Any Rules, How Could You Break Them?

What Are We At The Park For Except To Win? I'd Trip My Mother. I'd Help Her Up, Brusher Her Off, Tell Her I'm Sorry. But Mother Don't Make It To Third.

It's Possible To Spend Money Anywhere In The World If You Put Your Mind To It, Something I Proved Conclusively By Running Up Huge Debts In Cincinnati.