To My Sick Little Pal.

If It Wasn't For Baseball, I'd Be In Either The Penitentiary Or The Cemetery. I Have The Same Violent Temper My Father And Older Brother Had. Both Died Of Injuries From Street Fights In Baltimore, Fights Begun By Flare-ups Of Their Tempers.

Paris Ain't Much Of A Town.

Reading Isn't Good For A Ballplayer. Not Good For His Eyes. If My Eyes Went Bad Even A Little Bit I Couldn't Hit Home Runs. So I Gave Up Reading.

Let Me Show You How It's Done... Loser!

What The Hell Has Hoover Got To Do With It? Besides, I Had A Better Year Than He Did.