Most Collisions Out On The Fields Are

When Two Doctors Pass Each Other On The Street They Wink At Each Other.

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.

I Had To Fight All My Life To Survive. They Were All Against Me, But I Beat The Bastards And Left Them In The Ditch.

When I Played Ball, I Didn't Play For Fun. . . . It's No Pink Tea, And Mollycoddles Had Better Stay Out. It's A Contest And Everything That Implies, A Struggle For Supremacy, A Survival Of The Fittest.

Walter Johnson's Fastball Looked About The Size Of A Watermelon Seed And It Hissed At You As It Passed.