You Just Can't Imagine The Kind Of

If You Don't Throw It, They Can't Hit It.

Hell, Lou (gehrig) It Took Fifteen Years To Get You Out Of A Game. Sometimes I'm Out In Fifteen Minutes.

No One Hit Home Runs The Way Babe (ruth) Did. They Were Something Special. They Were Like Homing Pigeons. The Ball Would Leave The Bat, Pause Briefly, Suddenly Gain Its Bearings, Then Take Off For The Stands.

We Lost 14 Straight. Then We Had A Game Rained Out And It Felt So Good We Had A Victory Dinner.

I Don't Want To Throw Him Nothing. Maybe He'll Just Get Tired Of Waiting And Leave.