At My Best I Was As Good

All The Ballparks And The Big Crowds Have A Certain Mystique. You Feel Attached, Permanently Wedded To The Sounds That Ring Out, To The Fans Chanting Your Name, Even When There Are Only Four Or Five Thousand In The Stands On A Wednesday Afternoon.

There Are Two Kinds Of People. There Are Leaders And There Are Followers. And I'm A Follower.

Thank God For Baseball.

In 1961 Somebody Could've Hit A Home Run To Win The Game And The Next Day The Headline Was About The M&m Boys Not Hitting A Home Run. But Everyone Was Real Good About It. Instead Of Getting Mad They Joked About It.

I Hated To Bat Against Drysdale. After He Hit You He'd Come Around, Look At The Bruise On Your Arm And Say, 'do You Want Me To Sign It?'