Mr. Rickey, I'll Put More People In

Slud Is Something More Than Slid. It Means Sliding With Great Effort.

I Never Keep A Scorecard Or The Batting Averages. I Hate Statistics. What I Got To Know, I Keep In My Head.

Son, What Kind Of Pitch Would You Like To Miss?

Sure I Eat What I Advertise. Sure I Eat Wheaties For Breakfast. A Good Bowl Of Wheaties With Bourbon Can't Be Beat.

The Pitcher Wound Up And He Flang The Ball At The Batter. The Batter Swang And Missed. The Pitcher Flang The Ball Again And This Time The Batter Connected. He Hit A High Fly Right To The Center Fielder. The Center Fielder Was All Set To Catch The Ball, But At The Last Minute His Eyes Were Blound By The Sun And He Dropped It.