Natural Grass Is A Wonderful Thing For

The Future Is Much Like The Present, Only Longer.

When I Came Over Here (the National League), I Always Heard It Was A Stronger League, With Amphetamines All Over The Clubhouse, But All I Found Was Michelob Dry.

Natural Grass Is A Wonderful Thing For Little Bugs And Sinkerball Pitchers.

Coming Into A Game In The Eighth Or Ninth Inning Is Like Parachuting Behind Enemy Lines. And Sometimes The Chute Doesn't Open. You Have To Live With That. It's An Occupational Hazard.

Someone Told Me Just Recently That Poets Are Eulogists. It's Their Job, To Eulogize. I Didn't Know That, But It Makes Sense. Because In Almost Every Poem Of Mine There Is A Loss.