Today a pitcher gets fined if the umpire thinks he threw at a batter. 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.
Kid, show me a man who doesn’t go down on his wife and I’ll show you a man whose wife I can sleep with, tonight.
Baseball is like church. Many attend few understand.
I believe in rules. Sure I do. If there weren’t any rules, how could you break them?
I never questioned the integrity of an umpire. Their eyesight, yes.
You don’t save a pitcher for tomorrow. Tomorrow it may rain.
God watches over drunks and third baseman.
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.
I never did say that you can’t be a nice guy and win. I said that if I was playing third base and my mother rounded third with the winning run, I’d trip her up.
Give me some scratching, diving, hungry ballplayers who come to kill you.