Making The Majors Is Not As Hard

I Need To Depend On Someone Who Is Bigger, Stronger And Wiser Than I Am. I Don't Do It On My Own. God Is My Strength. He Gave Me A Good Body And Some Talent And The Freedom To Develop It. He Helps Me When Things Go Wrong. He Forgives Me When I Fall On My Face. He Lights The Way.

Maybe The Day Will Come When I Can Sit Back And Be Content....but Until That Day Comes, I Intend To Stay In The Batter's Box - I Don't Let The Big Guys Push Me Out Of There Anymore - And Keep Hammering Away.

There's Only One Way To Break The Color Line. Be Good. I Mean, Play Good. Play So Good That They Can't Remember What Color You Were Before The Season Started.

I Thought My Chances To Make The Braves Were Better And That They Were Being Fairer To Me, Paying Me More Money To Play In A Lower Classification ... Besides, The Giants Spelled My Name "arron" On Their Telegram.

I Have Always Felt That Although Someone May Defeat Me, And I Strike Out In A Ball Game, The Pitcher On The Particular Day Was The Best Player. But I Know When I See Him Again, I'm Going To Be Ready For His Curve Ball. Failure Is A Part Of Success.