I May Have Been Fierce,

That Boy Mantle Is A Good One.

The Base Paths Belonged To Me, The Runner. The Rules Gave Me The Right. I Always Went Into A Bag Full Speed, Feet First. I Had Sharp Spikes On My Shoes. If The Baseman Stood Where He Had No Business To Be And Got Hurt, That Was His Fault.

Just Speed, Raw Speed, Blinding Speed, Too Much Speed.

Baseball Was One-hundred Percent Of My Life.

I Never Could Stand Losing. Second Place Didn't Interest Me. I Had A Fire In My Belly.