It's What You're Worth.

In 1960 When Pittsburgh Beat Us In The World Series, We Outscored Them 55-27. It Was The Only Time I Think The Better Team Lost. I Was So Disappointed I Cried On The Plane Ride Home.

Butcher Boy, Damn It, Butcher Boy.

All The Ballparks And The Big Crowds Have A Certain Mystique. You Feel Attached, Permanently Wedded To The Sounds That Ring Out, To The Fans Chanting Your Name, Even When There Are Only Four Or Five Thousand In The Stands On A Wednesday Afternoon.

Hey Man! Get Away From Me!

Don't Do As I Did. I'm Living Proof Of How Not To Live.