“Buy a steak for a player on another club after the game, but don’t even speak to him on the field. Get out there and beat them to death.”

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.

Some guys are admired for coming to play, as the saying goes. I prefer those who come to kill.

Nobody ever won a pennant without a star shortstop.

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?

Winning is a habit.

As long as I’ve got a chance to beat you I’m going to take it.

There are only five things you can do in baseball – run, throw, catch, hit and hit with power.

Win any way you can as long as you can get away with it.

You argue with the umpire because there is nothing else you can do about it.

What are we out at the park for, except to win?

I made a game effort to argue but two things were against me: the umpires and the rules.

If you don’t win, you’re going to be fired. If you do win, you’ve only put off the day you’re going to be fired.

God watches over drunks and third baseman.

How you play the game is for college ball. When you’re playing for money, winning is the only thing that matters.

I feel like I have reached the stage where I can no longer produce for my club, my manager, and my teammates.

Stay out of the gentlemen’s clubs. Get a lot of rest. Just have fun and relax and stay focused.

Now that I’m an old, old veteran-age 29-I do things a lot differently. I don’t go to the gentlemen’s clubs anymore. I had to slow that down.

I was class president, on the cheerleading squad, in a competitive show choir, and in, like, six different clubs.

I grew up with the mindset that when you get home from work, you go to dinner and watch a movie. I don’t want to be going to a club and taking off my panties.

Liverpool is a club with a big, big, big history, and all the clubs in the world have a big history if the present is not too successful.

Don’t get me wrong – I’ve gone to a club. But I’d much rather be with my close friends at home or a concert, or on a trip. I’ll go dancing with my grandma. She likes to cut a rug!

Same with golf: pick up a club. But not many can go out and get in a race car and experience a drive at over 200 miles an hour.