When I Came To Detroit I Was

Every Man In The Game, From The Minors On Up, Is Not Only Fighting Against The Other Side, But He's Trying To Hold Onto His Own Job Against Those On His Own Bench Who'd Love To Take It Away. Why Deny This? Why Minimize It? Why Not Boldly Admit It?

Don't Come Home A Failure.

I Never Could Stand Losing. Second Place Didn't Interest Me. I Had A Fire In My Belly.

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

Just Speed, Raw Speed, Blinding Speed, Too Much Speed.