The Crowd Makes The Ballgame.

The Longer I Live, The Longer I Realize That Batting Is More A Mental Matter Than It Is Physical. The Ability To Grasp The Bat, Swing At The Proper Time, Take A Proper Stance; All These Are Elemental. Batting Is Rather A Study In Psychology, A Sizing Up Of A Pitcher And Catcher And Observing Little Details That Are Of Immense Importance. It's Like The Study Of Crime, The Work Of A Detective As He Picks Up Clues.

The Base Paths Belonged To Me, The Runner. The Rules Gave Me The Right. I Always Went Into A Bag Full Speed, Feet First. I Had Sharp Spikes On My Shoes. If The Baseman Stood Where He Had No Business To Be And Got Hurt, That Was His Fault.

The First Time I Faced Him I Watched Him Take That Easy Windup And Then Something Went Past Me That Made Me Flinch. The Thing Just Hissed With Danger. We Couldn't Touch Him... Every One Of Us Knew We'd Met The Most Powerful Arm Ever Turned Loose In A Ball Park.

I Had To Fight All My Life To Survive. They Were All Against Me, But I Beat The Bastards And Left Them In The Ditch.

I Regret To This Day That I Never Went To College. I Feel I Should Have Been A Doctor.