What Did You Say, Joe?

Thank God For Baseball.

I'll Play Baseball For The Army Or Fight For It, Whatever They Want Me To Do.

I Can't Play Any More. I Can't Hit The Ball When I Need To. I Can't Steal Second When I Need To. I Can't Go From First To Third When I Need To. I Can't Score From Second When I Need To. I Have To Quit.

I Leaned On Him For Support When I Got Out Of The Cab, And He Just Crumpled To The Ground. That's How We Found Out.

To Get A Better Piece Of Chicken, You'd Have To Be A Rooster.