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No One Hit Home Runs The Way Babe (ruth) Did. They Were Something Special. They Were Like Homing Pigeons. The Ball Would Leave The Bat, Pause Briefly, Suddenly Gain Its Bearings, Then Take Off For The Stands.

I'm Something Like The Old Soak Who Never Knew Whether His Wife Told Him To Take One Drink And Come Home At 12, Or Take 12 And Come Home At One.

I'd Rather Not Throw The Ball At All.

I Had Been Having Trouble With My Eyes. One Day My Glasses Fogged Up While I Was Pitching, But When I Cleaned Them And Looked At The Plate And Saw Foxx Clearly, It Frightened Me So Much I Never Wore Them Again.

A Lot Of Things Run Through Your Head When You're Going In To Relieve In A Tight Spot. One Of Them Was, "should I Spike Myself?"