The Lord Taught Me To

A Manager Doesn't Hear The Cheers.

Friendships Are Forgotten When The Game Begins.

Any Pitcher Who Throws At A Batter And Deliberately Tries To Hit Him Is A Communist.

There Are Surprisingly Few Real Students Of The Game In Baseball; Partly Because Everybody, My Eighty-three Year Old Grandmother Included, Thinks They Learned All There Was To Know About It At Puberty. Baseball Is Very Beguiling That Way.

A Fellow Has To Have Faith In God Above And Rollie Fingers In The Bullpen.