I was the worst hitter ever. I never even broke a bat until last year when I was backing out of the garage.
I couldn’t speak enough Spanish. I couldn’t make myself understood on that club.
I was never nervous when I had the ball, but when I let go I was scared to death.
I had been having trouble with my eyes. One day my glasses fogged up while I was pitching, but when I cleaned them and looked at the plate and saw Foxx clearly, it frightened me so much I never wore them again.
Only triple I ever got.
I don’t know. I’ve never been on second before.
Jimmy Foxx could hit me at midnight with the lights out.
The secret of my success was clean living and a fast outfield.
I want to thank all my teammates who scored so many runs and Joe DiMaggio, who ran down so many of my mistakes.
We lost 14 straight. Then we had a game rained out and it felt so good we had a victory dinner.
I’d rather not throw the ball at all.
He knew he was Joe DiMaggio, and he knew what that meant to the country.
A lot of things run through your head when you’re going in to relieve in a tight spot. One of them was, “Should I spike myself?”
I don’t want to throw him nothing. Maybe he’ll just get tired of waiting and leave.
He’s in a rut. Gehringer goes two for five on opening day and stays that way all season.
I’m the guy that made Joe DiMaggio famous.
If you don’t throw it, they can’t hit it.
When I first signed with the Yankees, the regulars wouldn’t talk to you until you were with the team three or four years. Nowadays the rookies get $100,000 to sign and they don’t talk to the regulars.
I never had a bad night in my life, but I’ve had a few bad mornings.
I talked to the ball a lot of times in my career. I yelled, “Go foul. Go foul.”