When I Came To Detroit

When Two Doctors Pass Each Other On The Street They Wink At Each Other.

The Great American Game Should Be An Unrelenting War Of Nerves.

Every Man In The Game, From The Minors On Up, Is Not Only Fighting Against The Other Side, But He's Trying To Hold Onto His Own Job Against Those On His Own Bench Who'd Love To Take It Away. Why Deny This? Why Minimize It? Why Not Boldly Admit It?

I Regret To This Day That I Never Went To College. I Feel I Should Have Been A Doctor.

He Batted Against Spitballs, Shineballs, Emeryballs And All The Other Trick Deliveries. He Never Figured Anything Out Or Studied Anything With The Same Scientific Approach I Gave It. He Just Swung. If He'd Ever Had Any Knowledge Of Batting, His Average Would Have Been Phenomenal. ... He Seemed Content To Just Punch The Ball, And I Can Still See Those Line Drives Whistling To The Far Precincts. Joe Jackson Hit The Ball Harder Than Any Man Ever To Play Baseball.