Stick A Fork In Him. He's Done.

In The Olden Days, The Umpire Didn't Have To Take Any Courses In Mind Reading. The Pitcher Told You He Was Going To Throw At You.

If You Don't Win, You're Going To Be Fired. If You Do Win, You've Only Put Off The Day You're Going To Be Fired.

Ballplayers Are A Superstitious Breed, Nobody More Than I, And While You Are Winning You'd Murder Anybody Who Tried To Change Your Sweatshirt, Let Alone Your Uniform.

Give Me Some Scratching, Diving, Hungry Ballplayers Who Come To Kill You.

What Are We At The Park For Except To Win? I'd Trip My Mother. I'd Help Her Up, Brusher Her Off, Tell Her I'm Sorry. But Mother Don't Make It To Third.