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Hotter 'n Hell, Ain't It, Prez?

Life Is A Game Like Any Other; We Just Don't Take It As Seriously.

I Won't Be Happy Until We Have Every Boy In America Between The Ages Of Six And Sixteen Wearing A Glove And Swinging A Bat.

Aw, Everybody Knows That Game, The Day I Hit The Homer Off Ole Charlie Root There In Wrigley Field, The Day October First, The Third Game Of That Thirty-two World Series. But Right Now I Want To Settle All Arguments. I Didn't Exactly Point To Any Spot, Like The Flagpole. Anyway, I Didn't Mean To, I Just Sorta Waved At The Whole Fence, But That Was Foolish Enough. All I Wanted To Do Was Give That Thing A Ride... Outta The Park... Anywhere.

How To Hit Home Runs: I Swing As Hard As I Can, And I Try To Swing Right Through The Ball... The Harder You Grip The Bat, The More You Can Swing It Through The Ball, And The Farther The Ball Will Go. I Swing Big, With Everything I've Got. I Hit Big Or I Miss Big. I Like To Live As Big As I Can.