I'm Only Going One Way.

To My Sick Little Pal. I Will Try To Knock You Another Homer, Maybe Two Today.

(ty) Cobb Is A Prick. But He Sure Can Hit. God Almighty, That Man Can Hit.

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.

I Learned Early To Drink Beer, Wine And Whiskey. And I Think I Was About 5 When I First Chewed Tobacco.

Reading Isn't Good For A Ballplayer. Not Good For His Eyes. If My Eyes Went Bad Even A Little Bit I Couldn't Hit Home Runs. So I Gave Up Reading.