I Don't Know Why, But For Some

I Can't Play Any More. I Can't Hit The Ball When I Need To. I Can't Steal Second When I Need To. I Can't Go From First To Third When I Need To. I Can't Score From Second When I Need To. I Have To Quit.

Casey Wanted Us To Stay Loose. That Didn't Mean Clowning Around. He Just Meant We Should Be Confident And Relaxed. We Shouldn't Feel That One Strikeout Was Going To End The Season For Us.

The Biggest Thrill I Ever Had Was In 1969, When They Held Day At Yankee Stadium.

To Get A Better Piece Of Chicken, You'd Have To Be A Rooster.

Sometimes I Sit In My Den At Home And Read Stories About Myself. Kids Used To Save Whole Scrapbooks On Me. They Get Tired Of Them And Mail Them To Me. I'll Go In There And Read Them, And You Know What? They Might As Well Be About (stan) Musial And (joe) Dimaggio, It's Like Reading About Somebody Else.