When I Came To Detroit I Was

The Base Paths Belonged To Me, The Runner. The Rules Gave Me The Right. I Always Went Into A Bag Full Speed, Feet First. I Had Sharp Spikes On My Shoes. If The Baseman Stood Where He Had No Business To Be And Got Hurt, That Was His Fault.

When I Played Ball, I Didn't Play For Fun.

When I Began Playing The Game, Baseball Was About As Gentlemanly As A Kick In The Crotch.

I Had To Fight All My Life To Survive. They Were All Against Me, But I Beat The Bastards And Left Them In The Ditch.

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