Reading Isn't Good For A Ballplayer. Not

I Said I'm Going To Hit The Next One Right Over The Flagpole. God Must Have Been With Me.

The Curve And The Fast One Are Important; The Change Of Pace And The Other Trick Deliveries Are Great But They're Not Worth A Plugged Nickel Unless You Have Control To Go Along With Them. And By Control I Don't Mean The Ability To Put The Ball Over The Plate Somewhere Between The Shoulders And Knees. I Mean The Ability To Hit A Three-inch Target Nine Times Out Of Ten, The Sort Of Control That Lets You Put The Ball In The Exact Spot You Want It, And To Play A Corner To The Split Fraction Of An Inch.

You Know This Baseball Game Of Ours Comes Up From The Youth - That Means The Boys. And After You've Been A Boy, And Grow Up To Know How To Play Ball, Then You Come To The Boys You See Representing Themselves Today In Our National Pastime.

How To Hit Home Runs: I Swing As Hard As I Can, And I Try To Swing Right Through The Ball... The Harder You Grip The Bat, The More You Can Swing It Through The Ball, And The Farther The Ball Will Go. I Swing Big, With Everything I've Got. I Hit Big Or I Miss Big. I Like To Live As Big As I Can.

Aw, Everybody Knows That Game, The Day I Hit The Homer Off Ole Charlie Root There In Wrigley Field, The Day October First, The Third Game Of That Thirty-two World Series. But Right Now I Want To Settle All Arguments. I Didn't Exactly Point To Any Spot, Like The Flagpole. Anyway, I Didn't Mean To, I Just Sorta Waved At The Whole Fence, But That Was Foolish Enough. All I Wanted To Do Was Give That Thing A Ride... Outta The Park... Anywhere.