Just Speed, Raw Speed, Blinding Speed, Too

Every Great Batter Works On The Theory That The Pitcher Is More Afraid Of Him Than He Is Of The Pitcher.

That Boy Mantle Is A Good One.

When Two Doctors Pass Each Other On The Street They Wink At Each Other.

Walter Johnson's Fastball Looked About The Size Of A Watermelon Seed And It Hissed At You As It Passed.

When I Played Ball, I Didn't Play For Fun. . . . It's No Pink Tea, And Mollycoddles Had Better Stay Out. It's A Contest And Everything That Implies, A Struggle For Supremacy, A Survival Of The Fittest.