When Two Doctors Pass Each Other On

When I Played Ball, I Didn't Play For Fun. . . . It's No Pink Tea, And Mollycoddles Had Better Stay Out. It's A Contest And Everything That Implies, A Struggle For Supremacy, A Survival Of The Fittest.

Walter Johnson's Fastball Looked About The Size Of A Watermelon Seed And It Hissed At You As It Passed.

Every Man In The Game, From The Minors On Up, Is Not Only Fighting Against The Other Side, But He's Trying To Hold Onto His Own Job Against Those On His Own Bench Who'd Love To Take It Away. Why Deny This? Why Minimize It? Why Not Boldly Admit It?

When I Began Playing The Game, Baseball Was About As Gentlemanly As A Kick In The Crotch.

The Most Important Part Of A Player's Body Is Above His Shoulders.