You Don't Save A Pitcher

And Luck? I've Always Said About Dizzy Dean That If The Roof Fell In And Diz Was Sitting In The Middle Of The Room, Everybody Else Would Be Buried In The Debris And A Gumdrop Would Drop Into His Mouth.

Give Me Some Scratching, Diving, Hungry Ballplayers Who Come To Kill You.

In The Olden Days, The Umpire Didn't Have To Take Any Courses In Mind Reading. The Pitcher Told You He Was Going To Throw At You.

I Believe In Rules. Sure I Do. If There Weren't Any Rules, How Could You Break Them?

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.