I Don't Know Why Roger

What Did You Say, Joe?

He Who Has The Fastest Golf Cart Never Has A Bad Lie.

All The Ballparks And The Big Crowds Have A Certain Mystique. You Feel Attached, Permanently Wedded To The Sounds That Ring Out, To The Fans Chanting Your Name, Even When There Are Only Four Or Five Thousand In The Stands On A Wednesday Afternoon.

There Were Things That Would Irritate Casey, But Trying Too Hard Or Getting Mad At Sitting On The Bench Weren't Among Them.

Bravery Is A Complicated Thing To Describe. You Can't Say It's Three Feet Long And Two Feet Wide And That It Weighs Four Hundred Pounds Or That It's Colored Bright Blue Or That It Sounds Like A Piano Or That It Smells Like Roses. It's A Quality, Not A Thing.