I Have No Trouble With The Twelve

When I Come Into A Game In The Bottom Of The Ninth, Bases Loaded, No One Out And A One-run Lead ... It Takes People Off My Mind.

I Have No Trouble With The Twelve Inches Between My Elbow And My Palm. It's The Seven Inches Between My Ears That's Bent.

I Don't Know. I Never Smoked Astroturf.

Ten Million Years From Now, When Then Sun Burns Out And The Earth Is Just A Frozen Iceball Hurtling Through Space, Nobody's Going To Care Whether Or Not I Got This Guy Out.

What Is The Difference Between Astroturf And Grass? I Don't Know, I Never Smoked Astroturf.