What The Hell Has Hoover Got To

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.

Who Is Richer? The Man Who Is Seen, But Cannot See? Or The Man Who Is Not Being Seen, But Can See?

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.

Reading Isn't Good For A Ballplayer. Not Good For His Eyes. If My Eyes Went Bad Even A Little Bit I Couldn't Hit Home Runs. So I Gave Up Reading.

I've Never Heard A Crowd Boo A Homer, But I've Heard Plenty Of Boos After A Strikeout.