Where The Ball Went Was Up To

The Soldiers That Didn't Come Back Were The Heroes. It's A Roll Of The Dice. If A Bullet Has Your Name On It, You're A Hero. If You Hear A Bullet Go By, You're A Survivor.

When You Make A Bad Pitch And The Hitter Puts It Out Of The Park And You Cost Your Team The Game, It's A Real Test Of Your Maturity To Be Able To Stand In Front Of Your Locker Fifteen Minutes Later And Admit It To The World. How Many People In Other Professions Would Be Willing To Have Their Job Performances Evaluated That Way, In Front Of Millions, Every Afternoon At Five O'clock.

I Just Reared Back And Let Them Go.

Nobody Lives Forever And I've Had A Blessed Life.

I Don't Think Baseball Owes Colored People Anything. I Don't Think Colored People Owe Baseball Anything, Either.