Before You Go, Would You Sign That

Well, I Beat My Man. Now It's Up To You To Beat Yours.

I Hated To Bat Against Drysdale. After He Hit You He'd Come Around, Look At The Bruise On Your Arm And Say, 'do You Want Me To Sign It?'

I Always Loved The Game, But When My Legs Weren't Hurting It Was A Lot Easier To Love.

They Should Have Come Out Of The Dugout On Tippy-toes, Holding Hands And Singing.

He Can Run, Steal Bases, Throw, Hit For Average, And Hit With Power Like I've Never Seen. Just Don't Put Him At Shortstop.