The Good Lord Was Good To Me.

I Know Who's The Best Pitcher I Ever See And It's Old Satchel Paige, That Big Lanky Colored Boy. My Fastball Looks Like A Change Of Pace Alongside That Little Pistol Bullet Ole Satchel (paige) Shoots Up To The Plate.

I Can't Tell You Why There's A Delay, But Stick Your Head Out Of The Window And You'll Know Why.

I Never Keep A Scorecard Or The Batting Averages. I Hate Statistics. What I Got To Know, I Keep In My Head.

He (branch Rickey) Must Think I Went To The Massachesetts Constitution Of Technology.

The Pitcher Wound Up And He Flang The Ball At The Batter. The Batter Swang And Missed. The Pitcher Flang The Ball Again And This Time The Batter Connected. He Hit A High Fly Right To The Center Fielder. The Center Fielder Was All Set To Catch The Ball, But At The Last Minute His Eyes Were Blound By The Sun And He Dropped It.