You Don't Save A Pitcher For Tomorrow.

In Order To Become A Big-league Manager You Have To Be In The Right Place At The Right Time. That's Rule Number One.

There Is A Thin Line Between Genius And Insanity, And In Larry's (macphail) Case It Was Sometimes So Thin You Could See Him Drifting Back And Forth.

You Don't Save A Pitcher For Tomorrow. Tomorrow It May Rain.

What Are We At The Park For Except To Win? I'd Trip My Mother. I'd Help Her Up, Brusher Her Off, Tell Her I'm Sorry. But Mother Don't Make It To Third.

It Is Decidedly Not True That 'nice Guys Finish Last'.