The Only Real Game, I Think, In

"i'm Going Over The Valley." (dying From Throat Cancer, His Doctor Found Him Wandering Around His Room, Asked Him Where Was He Going?)

That Last One Sounded Kinda High To Me.

All Ballplayers Should Quit When It Starts To Feel As If All The Baselines Run Uphill.

Aw, Everybody Knows That Game, The Day I Hit The Homer Off Ole Charlie Root There In Wrigley Field, The Day October First, The Third Game Of That Thirty-two World Series. But Right Now I Want To Settle All Arguments. I Didn't Exactly Point To Any Spot, Like The Flagpole. Anyway, I Didn't Mean To, I Just Sorta Waved At The Whole Fence, But That Was Foolish Enough. All I Wanted To Do Was Give That Thing A Ride... Outta The Park... Anywhere.

Heroes Get Remembered, But Legends Never Die.