Just Speed, Raw Speed, Blinding Speed, Too

When I Came To Detroit I Was Just A Mild-mannered Sunday-school Boy.

Walter Johnson's Fastball Looked About The Size Of A Watermelon Seed And It Hissed At You As It Passed.

Just Speed, Raw Speed, Blinding Speed, Too Much Speed.

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

The Great Trouble With Baseball Today Is That Most Of The Players Are In The Game For The Money And That's It, Not For The Love Of It, The Excitement Of It, The Thrill Of It.