The good Lord was good to me. He gave me a strong body, a good right arm, and a weak mind.
A lot of folks that ain’t saying ‘ain’t,’ ain’t eating.
I won twenty-eight games in thirty-five and I couldn’t believe my eyes when the Cards sent me a contract with a cut in salary. Mr. Rickey said I deserved a cut because I didn’t win thirty games.
The Cards had one pitcher who won fourteen straight games in a period of twenty-four days. Then when he lost his fifteenth game 1-0, his manager fined him fifty bucks.
I only went to the third grade because my father only went to the fourth and I didn’t want to pass him.
I can’t tell you why there’s a delay, but stick your head out of the window and you’ll know why.
It puzzles me how they know what corners are good for filling stations. Just how did they know gas and oil was under there?
The doctors x-rayed my head and found nothing.
I was blessed with a strong arm and a weak mind.
Why, they shot the wrong McKinley!
Practice, work hard and give it everything you’ve got.
The dumber a pitcher is, the better. When he gets smart and begins to experiment with a lot of different pitches, he’s in trouble. All I ever had was a fastball, a curve and a changeup and I did pretty good.
Mr. Rickey, I’ll put more people in the park than anybody since Babe Ruth.
All ballplayers want to wind up their careers with the Cubs, Giants or Yankees. They just can’t help it.
Let the teachers teach English and I will teach baseball. There is a lot of people in the United States who say isn’t, and they ain’t eating.
I’d get me a bunch of bats and balls and sneak me a couple of umpires and learn them kids behind the Iron Curtain how to tote a bat and play baseball.
Anybody who’s ever had the privilege of seeing me play knows that I am the greatest pitcher in the world.
I never keep a scorecard or the batting averages. I hate statistics. What I got to know, I keep in my head.
Slud is something more than slid. It means sliding with great effort.
Fans, don’t fail to miss tomorrow’s game.