Show Me A Good Sportsman

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

Ballplayers Are A Superstitious Breed, Nobody More Than I, And While You Are Winning You'd Murder Anybody Who Tried To Change Your Sweatshirt, Let Alone Your Uniform.

Five Runs Ahead And He'd Knock In All The Runs I Could Ask For. One Run Behind And He Was Going To Kill Me.

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.

As Long As I've Got One Chance To Beat You I'm Going To Take It.