The Only Real Game, I Think, In

(ty) Cobb Is A Prick. But He Sure Can Hit. God Almighty, That Man Can Hit.

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.

The Way A Team Plays As A Whole Determines Its Success.

I Swing Big, With Everything I've Got. I Hit Big Or I Miss Big. I Like To Live As Big As I Can.

The Most Important Thing That A Young Athlete Must Do It Pick The Right Sport. Not One That They Like Just A Little Bit, But One That They Love. Because,if They Don't Really Love Their Sport, They Won't Work As Hard As They Should. Me? I Loved To Hit.