He (shoeless Joe Jackson) Was The Finest

Walter Johnson's Fastball Looked About The Size Of A Watermelon Seed And It Hissed At You As It Passed.

Every Man In The Game, From The Minors On Up, Is Not Only Fighting Against The Other Side, But He's Trying To Hold Onto His Own Job Against Those On His Own Bench Who'd Love To Take It Away. Why Deny This? Why Minimize It? Why Not Boldly Admit It?

I May Have Been Fierce, But Never Low Or Underhand.

No Man Has Ever Been A Perfect Ballplayer. Stan Musial, However, Is The Closest To Being Perfect In The Game Today.

Don't Come Home A Failure.