Stick A Fork In Him. He's Done.

Buy A Steak For A Player On Another Club After The Game, But Don't Even Speak To Him On The Field. Get Out There And Beat Them To Death.

To Some It's A Six-pack, To Me It's A "support Group". Salvation In A Can!

What Are We At The Park For Except To Win? I'd Trip My Mother. I'd Help Her Up, Brusher Her Off, Tell Her I'm Sorry. But Mother Don't Make It To Third.

Baseball Is Like Church. Many Attend Few Understand.

Ballplayers Are A Superstitious Breed, Nobody More Than I, And While You Are Winning You'd Murder Anybody Who Tried To Change Your Sweatshirt, Let Alone Your Uniform.