When I Began Playing The Game, Baseball

When I Came To Detroit I Was Just A Mild-mannered Sunday-school Boy.

Walter Johnson's Fastball Looked About The Size Of A Watermelon Seed And It Hissed At You As It Passed.

The Crowd Makes The Ballgame.

The First Time I Faced Him I Watched Him Take That Easy Windup And Then Something Went Past Me That Made Me Flinch. The Thing Just Hissed With Danger. We Couldn't Touch Him... Every One Of Us Knew We'd Met The Most Powerful Arm Ever Turned Loose In A Ball Park.

Don't Come Home A Failure.