Roger Maris Was As Good

If I Send The Ball Home, I Know What Will Happen To It. My Twin Brothers Will Take It Out On The Lot, Like Any 20-cent Rocket.

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.

Thank God For Baseball.

I Hated To Bat Against Drysdale. After He Hit You He'd Come Around, Look At The Bruise On Your Arm And Say, 'do You Want Me To Sign It?'

I Expected Him To Say, 'hang In There' Or Something Like That. It Took Me An Hour To Talk Him Into Giving Me Another Chance!