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A lot of things run through your head when you're going in to relieve in a tight spot. One of them was, "Should I spike myself?"
I talked to the ball a lot of times in my career. I yelled, "Go foul. Go foul."
I was the worst hitter ever. I never even broke a bat until last year when I was backing out of the garage.
I'd rather be lucky than good.
I've got a new invention. It's a revolving bowl for tired goldfish.
If you don't throw it, they can't hit it.
No one hit home runs the way Babe 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.
One rule I had was make your best pitch and back up third base. That relay might get away and you've got another shot at him.
The secret of my success was clean living and a fast outfield.
When Neil Armstong first set foot on the moon, he and all the space scientists were puzzled by an unidentifiable white object. I knew immediately what it was. That was a home run ball hit off me in 1973 by Jimmie Foxx.
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