The way those clubs shift against Ted Williams, I can’t understand how he can be so stupid not to accept the challenge to him and hit to left field.
Baseball was one-hundred percent of my life.
I regret to this day that I never went to college. I feel I should have been a doctor.
The crowd makes the ballgame.
The base paths belonged to me, the runner. The rules gave me the right. I always went into a bag full speed, feet first. I had sharp spikes on my shoes. If the baseman stood where he had no business to be and got hurt, that was his fault.
Walter Johnson’s fastball looked about the size of a watermelon seed and it hissed at you as it passed.
Most collisions out on the fields are needless.
I’ve been called one of the hardest bargainers who ever held out, and I’m proud of it.
I’ve got to be first. ALL the time.
Just speed, raw speed, blinding speed, too much speed.
No man has ever been a perfect ballplayer. Stan Musial, however, is the closest to being perfect in the game today.
To get along with me, don’t increase my tension.
When two doctors pass each other on the street they wink at each other.
I have observed that baseball is not unlike war, and when you get right down to it, we batters are the heavy artillery.
Speed is a great asset; but it’s greater when it’s combined with quickness – and there’s a big difference.
When I came to Detroit I was just a mild-mannered Sunday-school boy.
Don’t come home a failure.
That boy Mantle is a good one.
When I played ball, I didn’t play for fun.
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?