To Some It's A Six-pack, To Me

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

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.

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.

Breaks Like A Ball Falling Off A Pool Table.

Stick A Fork In Him. He's Done.