Stick a fork in him. He's done.

In the olden days, the umpire didn't have to take any courses in mind reading. The pitcher told you he was going to throw at you.

Baseball is like church. Many attend few understand.

I never questioned the integrity of an umpire. Their eyesight, yes.

To some it's a six-pack, to me it's a "support group". Salvation in a can!

Buy a steak for a player on another club after the game, but don't even speak to him on the field. Get out there and beat them to death.

Win any way as long as you can get away with it. Nice guys finish last.

Give me some scratching, diving, hungry ballplayers who come to kill you.

I believe in rules. Sure I do. If there weren't any rules, how could you break them?

I never did say that you can't be a nice guy and win. I said that if I was playing third base and my mother rounded third with the winning run, I'd trip her up.

You don't save a pitcher for tomorrow. Tomorrow it may rain.

Friendship is thinking of the other person first.

We were of thirteen minds, like a tree, in which there is one Red-tail and eleven squirrel parts.

Every day is judgment day-use it.

So, are we equals? Until he answer is yes, we must never stop asking.

Unfortunately, we're using the same language to talk about the language we'retalking about.

What will happen in those encounters? Who knows? It wouldn't be much fun if you knew all of that; you'd be watching an old video called your life.

The scars will take me far, they always do.

This is one of the toughest divisions and I’m going to be champion.

Hot tea," he said, holding the cups. "It's just wrong.

It is a pity that Elizabeth and I cannot marry each other. Our children would have gained mastery over the whole world.