Those People Don't Know How Tough That

He Can Run, Steal Bases, Throw, Hit For Average, And Hit With Power Like I've Never Seen. Just Don't Put Him At Shortstop.

He Said To Play Louder. He Can't Hear You.

I Leaned On Him For Support When I Got Out Of The Cab, And He Just Crumpled To The Ground. That's How We Found Out.

I've Heard About You. I've Heard About You, Too.

All The Ballparks And The Big Crowds Have A Certain Mystique. You Feel Attached, Permanently Wedded To The Sounds That Ring Out, To The Fans Chanting Your Name, Even When There Are Only Four Or Five Thousand In The Stands On A Wednesday Afternoon.