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No One Hit Home Runs The Way Babe (ruth) Did. They Were Something Special. They Were Like Homing Pigeons. The Ball Would Leave The Bat, Pause Briefly, Suddenly Gain Its Bearings, Then Take Off For The Stands.

I Had Been Having Trouble With My Eyes. One Day My Glasses Fogged Up While I Was Pitching, But When I Cleaned Them And Looked At The Plate And Saw Foxx Clearly, It Frightened Me So Much I Never Wore Them Again.

If You Don't Throw It, They Can't Hit It.

You Just Can't Imagine The Kind Of Guy He Was Without Seeing Him Play. He Was A Circus, A Play, A Movie, All Rolled Into One.

I Was The Worst Hitter Ever. I Never Even Broke A Bat Until Last Year When I Was Backing Out Of The Garage.