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Read About Your Case Of Amnesia. Must Be A New Brand.

The Termites Have Got Me.

What Do I Think About When I Strike Out? I Think About Hitting Home Runs.

All I Can Tell Them Is Pick A Good One And Sock It. I Get Back To The Dugout And They Ask Me What It Was I Hit And I Tell Them I Don't Know Except It Looked Good.

If It Wasn't For Baseball, I'd Be In Either The Penitentiary Or The Cemetery. I Have The Same Violent Temper My Father And Older Brother Had. Both Died Of Injuries From Street Fights In Baltimore, Fights Begun By Flare-ups Of Their Tempers.