Thank God For Baseball.

This Year I'd Rather Lead The League In Home Runs, Runs Batted In And Hitting.

As Far As He Knew, I Was Dying.

In 1961 Somebody Could've Hit A Home Run To Win The Game And The Next Day The Headline Was About The M&m Boys Not Hitting A Home Run. But Everyone Was Real Good About It. Instead Of Getting Mad They Joked About It.

After I Hit A Home Run I Had A Habit Of Running The Bases With My Head Down. I Figured The Pitcher Already Felt Bad Enough Without Me Showing Him Up Rounding The Bases.

Don't Do As I Did. I'm Living Proof Of How Not To Live.