“If I’d just tried for them dinky singles I could’ve batted around 600.”

I hit an inside-the-park home run! I beat it out! Can you believe that?

I thank heaven we have had baseball in this world,the kids, our national pastime.

That last one sounded kinda high to me.

To my sick little pal. I will try to knock you another homer, maybe two today.

How about a little noise. How do you expect a man to putt?

What the hell difference does it make?

I had only one superstition. I made sure to touch all the bases when I hit a home run.

Every Strike is one step closer to a Home Run.

Every strike brings me closer to the next home run.

Baseball was, is and always will be to me the best game in the world.

I don’t need to know where the green is. Where is the golf course?

I’m only going one way.

It’s hard to beat a person that never gives up.

Yesterday’s home runs don’t win today’s games.

If it wasn’t for baseball, I’d be in either the penitentiary or the cemetery. I have the same violent temper my father and older brother had. Both died of injuries from street fights in Baltimore, fights begun by flare-ups of their tempers.

The way a team plays as a whole determines its success.

I did not vote Labour because they’ve heard of Oasis and nobody is going to vote Tory because William Hague has got a baseball cap.

I wasn’t ever good enough to be on the baseball team and that sort of stuff.

I’m not like a 90-mph fastball kind of guy, but I can hit 70 on radar gun.

I’d never even been to Wrigley Field. I never even enjoyed baseball that much, but I loved being there, the crowd was lovely, and they all sang with me!

One theme that fascinates me is cognitive enhancement. It seems only a matter of time until we live in a world where steroids for the brain are readily available to all. And once we come to grips with that reality,

When I finish playing, I think I’d like to coach college baseball.

Before I was ever in my teens, I knew exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up. My goal was to be the greatest athlete that ever lived.

The feel of a good row stays with you hours afterward. Your muscles glow, your mind wanders from the papers on you desk and goes back, again and again, to that terrific power piece at the end of the workout when it felt as if you and the boat were flying.