I Don't Want To Throw

I Don't Want To Throw Him Nothing. Maybe He'll Just Get Tired Of Waiting And Leave.

I've Got A New Invention. It's A Revolving Bowl For Tired Goldfish.

Jimmy Foxx Could Hit Me At Midnight With The Lights Out.

When Neil Armstrong First Set Foot On The Moon, He And All The Space Scientists Were Puzzled By An Unidentifiable White Object. I Knew Immediately What It Was. That Was A Home Run Ball Hit Off Me In 1933 By Jimmie Foxx.

No One Hit Home Runs The Way Babe (ruth) Did. They Were Something Special. They Were Like Homing Pigeons. The Ball Would Leave The Bat, Pause Briefly, Suddenly Gain Its Bearings, Then Take Off For The Stands.