Five Runs Ahead And He'd Knock In

Breaks Like A Ball Falling Off A Pool Table.

God Watches Over Drunks And Third Baseman.

Stick A Fork In Him. He's Done.

You Don't Save A Pitcher For Tomorrow. Tomorrow It May Rain.

There Is A Thin Line Between Genius And Insanity, And In Larry's (macphail) Case It Was Sometimes So Thin You Could See Him Drifting Back And Forth.