I May Have Been Fierce, But Never

When I Came To Detroit I Was Just A Mild-mannered Sunday-school Boy.

The Base Paths Belonged To Me, The Runner. The Rules Gave Me The Right. I Always Went Into A Bag Full Speed, Feet First. I Had Sharp Spikes On My Shoes. If The Baseman Stood Where He Had No Business To Be And Got Hurt, That Was His Fault.

To Get Along With Me, Don't Increase My Tension.

Don't Come Home A Failure.

No Man Has Ever Been A Perfect Ballplayer. Stan Musial, However, Is The Closest To Being Perfect In The Game Today.