I Look On Life As A Joyous

Baseball Is A Spirited Race Of Man Against Man, Reflex Against Reflex. A Game Of Inches. Every Skill Is Measured. Every Heroic, Every Failing Is Seen And Cheered, Or Booed. And Then Becomes A Statistic.

I Just Have Faith. It's Just There. It's Not Any Big Deal.

I've Found That If You Wear A Beret, People Think You're Either A Cabdriver Or A Producer Of Dirty Movies.

I Think I Owe Thanks To The People Who Have Listened To Me Over The Years, Who Tuned In On The Radio. They Have Given Me A Warmth And Loyalty That I've Never Been Able To Repay. The Way They Have Reached Out To Me Has Certainly Been The Highlight Of My Life.

So Much Happened (in 1968) It Was Hard To Keep Up With Everything. We Had Denny Mclain's Thirty-one Victories, Gates Brown's Great Pinch-hitting In The Clutch, Tom Matchick's Home Run To Beat Baltimore In The Ninth Inning, Then Daryl Patterson Striking Out The Side To Beat Them In The Ninth. Excitement Every Day In The Ballpark.