Butcher Boy, Damn It, Butcher Boy.

During My 18 Years I Came To Bat Almost 10,000 Times. I Struck Out About 1,700 Times And Walked Maybe 1,800 Times. You Figure A Ballplayer Will Average About 500 At-bats A Season. That Means I Played 7 Years Without Ever Hitting The Ball.

In 1960 When Pittsburgh Beat Us In The World Series, We Outscored Them 55-27. It Was The Only Time I Think The Better Team Lost. I Was So Disappointed I Cried On The Plane Ride Home.

All I Had Was Natural Ability.

I Never Understood How Someone Who Was Dying Could Say He Was The Luckiest Man In The World, But Now I Understand.

They Should Have Come Out Of The Dugout On Tippy-toes, Holding Hands And Singing.