People Ask Me What I Do In

The First Rule Of Baseball Is To Get A Good Ball To Hit.

People Ask Me What I Do In Winter When There's No Baseball. I'll Tell You What I Do. I Stare Out The Window And Wait For Spring.

I Never Saw A Pitcher I Didn't Feel Sorry For.

I Don't Like To Sound Egotistical, But Every Time I Stepped Up To The Plate With A Bat In My Hands, I Couldn't Help But Feel Sorry For The Pitcher.

I Don't Want To Play Golf. When I Hit A Ball, I Want Someone Else To Go Chase It.