It Took Me Seventeen Years To Get

I Used To Love To Come To The Ballpark. Now I Hate It. Every Day Becomes A Little Tougher Because Of All This. Writers, Tape Recorders, Microphones, Cameras, Questions And More Questions. Roger Maris Lost His Hair The Season He Hit Sixty-one. I Still Have All My Hair, But When It's Over, I'm Going Home To Mobile And Fish For A Long Time.

I Had Many, Many, Many Death Threats. I Couldn't Open Letters For A Long Time, Because They All Had To Be Opened By Either The Fbi Or Somebody. I Couldn't Open Letters. I Had To Be Escorted. In Fact, Just Recently I Went To A Funeral, Calvin Wardlaw, Who Was The Detective -- The Policeman -- With Me For Two Years, Passed Away Just Recently. He And I Got To Be Bosom Buddies Really, But That Was The Hardest Part. I Wasn't Able To Enjoy -- You Know.

I Came To The Braves On Business, And I Intended To See That Business Was Good As Long As I Could.

You Can Only Milk A Cow So Long, Then You're Left Holding The Pail.

I Can't Recall A Day This Year Or Last When I Did Not Hear The Name Of Babe Ruth.