“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.”

You can’t get any pictures from way back there.

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.

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.

My mom is my shadow.

My mom loves music and it poured into my childhood.

My mom was a painter and loves to sing behind closed doors.

I tried writing a song and it wasn’t very good. I sung it to my mom and she told me it was bad – but I was eight, so it’s okay.

Ain’t a woman alive that could take my mama’s place.

You’re still beautiful to me, cause youre my mom.

You’re still beautiful to me, cause youre my mom.

I never thought about college, but my mom thought about it for me. I knew 100 percent it wasn’t for me.