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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?"

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

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.

I Couldn't Speak Enough Spanish. I Couldn't Make Myself Understood On That Club.

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