I'd Rather Be Lucky Than Good

No One Hit Home Runs The Way Babe (ruth) Did. They Were Something Special. They Were Like Homing Pigeons. The Ball Would Leave The Bat, Pause Briefly, Suddenly Gain Its Bearings, Then Take Off For The Stands.

Only Triple I Ever Got.

We Lost 14 Straight. Then We Had A Game Rained Out And It Felt So Good We Had A Victory Dinner.

It's Better To Be Lucky Than Good.

If You Don't Throw It, They Can't Hit It.